Animal people find each other
Jul. 16th, 2007 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ferineLynx/me has guaranteed my survival when I’ve grown tired, unconsciously waiting for the sun to set. Lynx/me is too curious to allow myself to shut down for any length of time. Lynx/me keeps moving and knows when to walk away. I owe much to who and what I am.
As much as I owe to family, friends, kin, nature. There are no words, only shared silence, knowing looks, and feather-light touch.
Animal people find each other. There are no coincidences. It somehow happens. Some call it synchronicity, some call it law of attraction, some call it fate. Sometimes it’s a matter of being active, and tracking others down. Some refuse to meet, or are too busy to, or are afraid to, or have no interest in. Each unto her or his own. When animal people meet animal people, in the flesh and eye to eye, something happens. A veil is lifted, and the animals size one another up. The animal people fit like long lost pieces of a broad mythical puzzle, if they’re cut from the same puzzle. There are undoubtedly many puzzles of different make flitting about, none inferior to the other, just different. Luckily, if luck has anything to do with it, of the fifty-odd I’ve met in the last twelve years (at least those who admitted such), Lynx/me fit with all save nine. That’s uncanny. It’s spectacular. It’s rare enough to find a friend, rarer still to find animal people, but to find them and know, on that instinctual level, that you both fit and are part of a like mythical puzzle is thrilling.
Gatherings are integral. Call them by whatever name you choose: Howls, meet-ups, gathers, get-togethers, visits. Whether they involve camping, hiking, environmental work, animal work, deep discussion, spiritualism, visiting animal sanctuaries, or simply laughing and being together, what matters is that it happens. That animal people have that chance to meet others and to know. A chance to rend the veil and to be free of the monkey mask with others. Trust is a no-brainer, a given, once met. To not trust doesn’t enter the equation when you fit. The bond is unspoken but felt. Known.
There is nothing else like it.
"If the world were a field
You would be the only flower
If I were the four elements
The sun, water, air, and earth
I would make you bloom forever
Be and give everything you need." ~ Imperia
As much as I owe to family, friends, kin, nature. There are no words, only shared silence, knowing looks, and feather-light touch.
Animal people find each other. There are no coincidences. It somehow happens. Some call it synchronicity, some call it law of attraction, some call it fate. Sometimes it’s a matter of being active, and tracking others down. Some refuse to meet, or are too busy to, or are afraid to, or have no interest in. Each unto her or his own. When animal people meet animal people, in the flesh and eye to eye, something happens. A veil is lifted, and the animals size one another up. The animal people fit like long lost pieces of a broad mythical puzzle, if they’re cut from the same puzzle. There are undoubtedly many puzzles of different make flitting about, none inferior to the other, just different. Luckily, if luck has anything to do with it, of the fifty-odd I’ve met in the last twelve years (at least those who admitted such), Lynx/me fit with all save nine. That’s uncanny. It’s spectacular. It’s rare enough to find a friend, rarer still to find animal people, but to find them and know, on that instinctual level, that you both fit and are part of a like mythical puzzle is thrilling.
Gatherings are integral. Call them by whatever name you choose: Howls, meet-ups, gathers, get-togethers, visits. Whether they involve camping, hiking, environmental work, animal work, deep discussion, spiritualism, visiting animal sanctuaries, or simply laughing and being together, what matters is that it happens. That animal people have that chance to meet others and to know. A chance to rend the veil and to be free of the monkey mask with others. Trust is a no-brainer, a given, once met. To not trust doesn’t enter the equation when you fit. The bond is unspoken but felt. Known.
There is nothing else like it.
"If the world were a field
You would be the only flower
If I were the four elements
The sun, water, air, and earth
I would make you bloom forever
Be and give everything you need." ~ Imperia
