souls

kindred spirits

The steady, continuous crunch of the twigs beneath my feet gave me reason to go on. It was an oddly comforting rhythm. I kept my mind blank, not thinking about much, but rather, letting the trees think for me. I thought it disrespectful to pollute their kingdom with a million thoughts of my own. I didn't speak; not for fear of breaking the silence that washed over the forest, but because there was nothing to be said. The trees, much greater than I, were speaking for me. I continued my stride, and let the conversation of the forest engulf me.

I was alone, and yet had never been in the company of so many. I was alone, save two souls. The first soul was orchestrating the conference of the timber, and all that around it. Some may call her Mother Nature, some may call her the Great Mother, but whoever she may be, she was even more present in that forest than I. As for the other soul? That one was much harder to recognize. He was a dark flit here and there -something that might disconcert some- but I found him comforting. I recognized the faintest bit of... perhaps respect...from him every so often, and needless to say, the feeling was more than mutual. The mere energy given off by this small creature was that of a strong will and an unbreakable spirit. I was unsure if he knew I felt his presence, but I was glad I did. I still felt very much in tune with the playful banter of the trees, and the second soul seemed to only encourage my connection with the Great Mother.

I recognized this soul. I knew him. It was quite similar to mine. That, I was sure of. I wish a thousand wishes I could describe it, but nobody truly knows about their own soul, much less that of another.

The amazing thing about this world is that kindred souls will always find each other, regardless of time, location, or any obstacle that could come in between them. The souls will fight their way past everything to find each other, no matter what the cost. Sometimes, the cost is pain beyond belief, sometimes there is no cost at all. But, completely oblivious of any such cost, the souls will find each other. They always will.

I pondered this as I watched the black flit dart from tree to tree, never out of my eyeshot. Our souls found each other by what some might think of as a one in a million chance, but I thought differently. Mother Nature and Destiny had always been in association with each other, and since I was unsure of how to express my gratitude to Destiny in person, I decided to do so with Mother Nature. My visit was a way of saying 'Thank you'. My silence shouted my gratitude. My open mind and seemingly blank face represented my admiration. 'Thank you for sending the soul that saved my life'

This man, this soul, wasn't a narrator to my life. He had become a part of it.