I’m looking for my people
They’re easy to recognize: They walk upright, with sparks in their eyes and a smile on their lips. They don’t consider themselves holy or enlightened. They’ve been through their own hell, have looked at their shadows and demons, accepted them and revealed them. They are no longer children, they know what was done to them, they let their shame and their rage explode, and then they set the past aside, cut the umbilical cord, and spoke forgiveness. Because they no longer want to hide anything, they are clear and open. Because they no longer have to repress anything, they are full of energy, curiosity, and enthusiasm. The fire burns in their belly! The people I mean know the wild man and the wild woman within themselves, and they are not afraid of it. They take nothing for granted or as self-evident, they check for themselves, have their own experiences, and follow their own intuition. These men and women meet each other on the same level, respect and appreciate each other’s “differentness,” confront one another without malice, and love without holding back. They often go inward, to gather themselves, to connect with their own roots, to find themselves again if they’ve gotten lost in the intoxication of life. And then they gladly return to their own, because they like to share and communicate, to give and take, to gift and be gifted. They live warmth, safety, and intimacy. When apart, they don’t feel lost like small children and can handle it well. But they suffer from isolation and long for their soul brothers and soul sisters.