If you are lucky, in your life you will come across someone who speaks your language. You will know what I mean when you meet them and they start to speak to you. You might have known them for a long time or it may be your first encounter. But in an instant you will realise that they are speaking to you in a way that no one else ever has.
We are not talking about your usual language. We are talking about communicating with who you are, talking to that part of you that you thought was all alone in the world. The part that hid from everyone because it knows not many people are ready to listen to what it has to say or that they would hurt its feelings with a glance or a comment and you just are not willing to put that part of you through that experience. You may remember when that part was free o talk and play. A long time ago. You may not remember exactly when it went into its seclusion but as you look back now and feel what had happened you may remember exactly when or you may not.
If you are lucky, once in your life you will come across someone who somehow knows that that part of you is there. And when they talk to you they are talking to that part, or that part somehow feels able to come out and notice.
Who is this person?
The thing is, it may be a person or for many of us it may be a place, or a series of things that just make us feel whole again.
I am lucky, I met someone who speaks to me. She is wonderful and kind and beautiful. She is strong and smart and gentle. She is a mix of extremes in perfect harmony. With one look she can stop you cold or she can melt your heart.
Perhaps you have met her. I would love to tell you more but I have to get back to work.