I never believed I’d find my soul
mate. I mean, not everyone is that lucky. My parents saw the world in black and
white till the day they died, even though they were obviously in love.
Actually, I was kind of glad my dad didn’t have to suffer losing all the color
in the world when Mom died. Although he may as well have, the way he sunk in
and didn’t care about anything after that.
Soul mate. What does that even
really mean, anyway? If it’s not the person you truly love? I remember there
was a couple in high school who found each other. No one believed them at
first. High school? How rare is that? But suddenly they were both describing
colors and walking around with these stunned expressions. There were a few
faculty who knew they were telling the truth. Soon they ruled the school social
scene, even though you wouldn’t have thought twice about them if you saw them
in the hallway.
When I went off to college, there
were four faculty couples who were soul mates. I had Bronsen for Psych and his
partner Cowell for art history. They invited students over for cookouts once a
month, and I would nurse a beer and watch them together. No, not in a
stalkerish way. Just wondering what it would be like. I mean, I had a couple of
girlfriends along the way, and one or two guys that might have tempted me, and
one pair of twins that…oh my…but I never saw the barest hint of color.
Seeing Bronsen and Cowell made me
think about what real love, real partnership might be like. And would it be
enough, to have that and still see the world in black and white like my
parents? Or should I keep searching? Holding out? And what if I never found my
soul mate? Is there someone for everyone?
To be continued?
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And so, with a loving heart, I offer you
Namaste
I’ve heard many translations. Here’s one I love:
The light of the universe that shines within me recognizes
the light of the universe that shines within you.
The light of the universe that shines within me recognizes
the light of the universe that shines within you.
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Fascinating idea! And I like that one of the colour-veiwers is an art history teacher. It makes me wonder how does art differ for those who have found soul mates and those who don't? Both in the viewing and the creating...
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