Human and Soul side of Life

I fall in love with people’s souls.

It is as though, when the universe was handing out eyes, she gave me eyes that see others. To see them, past the human side of life, and to see the soul side of their life. Their core, the grain of their being, the beautiful uniqueness of each creation. The human side of their life is just the fluff, sometimes distracting and sometimes a wall.

But the people I fall head over heels in love with, are the ones who live in the soul side of life. They are the souls that are alive and living, aware that we are all, just on a journey.

The human side of life, it is the bark on their tree, essential for the tree to live, but not the life of the tree.

Yet the souls I truly love, are the ones who have traveled to their roots and limbs. Aware and embracing the struggles, growths, blossoms and deaths of their lives, themselves. The deeper someone has traveled their existence, the further I get glimpses of their soul and fall even more in love with them. They are storytellers, and it matters not what the details entail, whether a blossom or a death, the invitation to allow your soul to have her say, and then to invite someone in, becomes nutrition for everyone involved.

For myself, It is like watching a meteor shower, or standing beside a 1000 year old tree, or having the strings of my soul be pulled on by the connected energy of God. It is like when you are awe struck by just how cool, the creation and connections are.. And you end up just standing there with a dumb look on your face, and all you can mutter is, “Holy shit Universe, this is so freaking awesome!”

This is what I get every time I get to fall head over heels in love with someone’s soul. It forever changes my perspective of them, less bark and more grain. I keep finding myself standing next to a beautiful soul, with a dumb look on my face, internally uttering, Holy shit Universe, you are so freaking cool!

Ian’s cousin was here this last weekend. She is one of these souls. As she was gearing up to head back to Arizona, where the struggles and hardships await her as being the sole provider and parent to two beautiful kids. I could not help but share my wish for her, my wish that she would live and see herself as I see her.

A beautiful, creative, hurting, powerful, authentic, brave, masterpiece. She holds the universe within and has and continues to grow into a magnificent oak tree. Strong and secure for herself and her children. I stand in admiration, as she vents her fears and stresses, worried about the demands of the human side of life, while her soul side of life, is leaving me breathless, “holy shit universe, you are so freaking cool.”



And just like that I am nurtured, awakened into an awareness that this breathless state of being needs to be applied more so in my life, in all our lives. We all need to nurture and validate our soul side of life more often. We need to be storytellers and listeners. We need to quiet the bark and listen to the song of our souls.