Discovery – that moment when you meet someone for the first time. The moment your chemical reaction to another’s presence widens your eyes and quickens your heartbeat. You smile involuntarily, and you want to know more about that person. You move effortlessly towards each other, as if it’s not the first time. Your soul recognizes their soul. You cannot explain the familiarity, but there is a knowing. A certainty. This might be your person. If not your person, at the very least, they are one of your soul tribe.

The conversation is almost insignificant in detail.  It is the feeling that you remember the most. The connection when you look into their eyes. It is the unspoken communication that resonates with the soul. Its like you are meeting again, after being apart for a long time.

I was given advance notice that would give me certainty about this meeting. A premonition, in the form of a recurring dream. In the dream, I was standing, looking out an east facing window in and old house. I was wearing a white robe and holding a cup of coffee enjoying the view of the fields as the sun rose. A man came up behind me and put his arms around me and held me with love and warmth. Then I would wake up. That was all I ever remembered from the dream.

The first time I was at the Yeti’s home, he gave me a tour. This was a century old farmhouse, which he proudly and industriously resurrected from ruin. He talked about the history of the land and the home as we climbed the stairs to the second floor. In the primary, expansive bedroom, his room, I naturally walked over to the east facing window. As I stood looking out over the farmland, a full body tingling came over me as I remembered my premonition, and the emotions overtook me. I began to cry.

He came to me, put his arms around me as I stared out the window and he said, “what’s wrong?”. I told him I felt foolish, and he might think I was a little crazy if I told him, but he wanted to know. I told him about my premonition, and I said “this is the place”. I felt like I was home. He held me in silence, and I believe he knew it too.

No one living will ever understand the importance of how we felt together in this home he lovingly restored. We were reunited. We were one.

So many of our loving memories we built in that house and on that land. We will never get that back but being unable to visit those locations again have robbed me of the fullness of those memories. I cannot stand in the kitchen where we danced and cooked and had so many card games and conversation. I will no long visit the bedroom and look out the east window where the sun would stream in on so many mornings as we lay in each others arms and talk. No more trips to the cabin, that he told me he was building for us to escape to.

These will all just sit on a shelf in my heartbroken and sometimes foggy memory.

One of the great gifts of life is the discovery of a soul that has always been intertwined with your own. Finding your way back to each other against insurmountable odds over time and space. It is the ultimate blessing, and I am grateful it is part of my story.