Emotional connections are something that cannot be denied. There are those people that you come across in your life and you just know they mean something to you, right down to the marrow in your bones. You touch them and you feel a hum, a shift, or hear an audible "click" somewhere in your psyche that says "yes, this one fits." The older I get, the more attuned I am to those connections, and the tighter I hold on to them. The more aware I am of them, the closer I grow to those people, the more precious they are to me.

I think when I was a child, I didn't really question these connections. I just accepted them as an everyday part of life and moved on. Rather like peanut butter going with jelly... or strawberries and cream. I didn't know enough to realize what a special occurrence those connections were. Luckily I also didn't know enough to mess them up.

I'm still connected to my best friend from high school. She and I speak nearly every day, and she is the Godmother to my children. I'm the Godmother to hers as well. When she and I met, it was as if something actually slid into place inside my soul. Something said to me at the ripe old age of fifteen that THIS was somebody important to me. She's stood by me during single motherhood for both of us, a bad marriage for her... my marriage... cancer (me) miscarriages (both of us) various female maladies (both)... and men trouble on both sides of the coin. I love her second husband to bits. She has really been a rock for me during this latest emotional upheaval, and I appreciate her so very much.

I've a plethora of girlfriends who I'm also connected to in various ways, three of them have blogs that I link to, so visit them as well. They're some of the brightest, most intuitive people I've ever had the pleasure to have restore my soul. And there just aren't words for the Lunatic I call MircSpouse... (Okay there are but he gets really twitchy after I heap all those superlatives on him).

In my real life, I've been fortunate to find connections that I am not sure I could live without. Connections that when they're right, they are to me what water is to a flower in the sun. Replenishing, renewing, fulfilling, life-giving connection. The air sizzles and crackles, and everything seems so much more ALIVE when that connection is up and running. When those connections aren't up and running though, it's as if I am drowning; I cannot breathe... the world swims around me and I panic. I cannot "feel" them anymore and all is lost. This connection is a tangible thing...there is nothing tame about it.

So what then, to do when that connection is strained, or lost? It is those times that one must stand on faith. One must believe that what is to be, will be. That what has happened before, and is meant to happen again will happen, and that the greatest power of the universe cannot be stopped.

Not by us mere mortals anyway.