I was always told as a young child that I was an old soul. I felt it too. I have connected well with older adults when I was younger. I loved their stories most of all. I am enthralled by stories. Recently, a student of mine was telling me about her time in Russia right after the Soviet Union fell. Oh, the stories she had. About spies, not knowing where the taxi would take her, the people she met in the war-torn country. I mean it felt like a book to be read. And she needed to be the writer of that book.
My grandfather, Papa as he was called, had the most AMAZING stories of the war and his travels to Italy and then England where he met my Nana. There was something about his stories. I felt like I was there with him. I listened intently to every single detail. Laughed along with him when there was a punchline, I was always connected to him energetically when these stories came up. After a while, I remembered every single one, because he would repeat the same ones as he got older. I didn’t mind though because he was a great storyteller. I miss those stories to this day.
I had a professor in college that lured me into his stories of philosophers, artists of many years ago. The way he taught was a sight. He would walk around the room like he was an actor on stage. Certain points he would lean on to the wall and lift his leg up to be dramatic. You have to be there. I don’t remember all his stories and lessons but I do remember how he made me feel. He gave me an emotional connection to his storytelling. Once I found Dr. Poling, I made sure he was my professor for the rest of my years at Saint Mary’s University. Every semester, I got him as a teacher of something. Philosophy of art, Intro to Philosophy, any of his classes I was signed up for. He even created a class just for me during my last year in school. We studied Rene Descartes. To this day, I confide in him through email. Oh, the stories he still tells. It is like I never left and our friendship still starts where we left off. The best feeling in the world to have a connection with someone who inspires you to be better, do better and always is on your side even when you can’t see or hear him.
At this stage in my life, I crave connections. REAL connections with people. My tribe is out there somewhere I know. I have found some of you but I hope to connect with more people each and every year.
I have no doubt that this post will be sent out to the universe to bring more people like me to me who will be my kindred spirits. I encourage anyone who would like to connect, comment below.
A quote that I like referring to your tribe is:
“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.”
Light and Love,