Kindred Spirit: noun. A person who shares beliefs, attitudes, feelings, or features with another; also called a kindred soul.
I went to a yard sale the other day, just to go. My husband spotted it on his way home and said it looked like they had a lot of stuff, not clothes, but trinkets and books he said. He knows me well. I love trinkets and books. I'm like the Little Mermaid in that sense. I love to collect things. But not just any thing, things that are somehow me. Certain things that I'm just drawn to, with no rhyme or reason.
So we went to the yard sale. There was Christmas décor and statues, tea pots and tools, and home décor and books. I started looking through the boxes and boxes of books and much to my delight, there were several that were me. In some boxes there were mysteries and novels, many of them I'd read. Some I hadn't. In other boxes were children's books....good ones, like "To Kill A Mockingbird." In others, the classics, with authors like Emily Bronte and Jane Austen, both who I love. Then there were informational books about natural healing and herbs and gardening. And even still, books about writing. Becoming a better writer. Writing exercises and prompts. Getting published, etc. I started to giggle to myself and Nick asked why.
It was a big yard sale and so there were initials on all the price tags. I noticed at least five different people's as I walked around the tables lined with all sorts of different things. I stared noticing more things that I was pulled to, and began checking the initials. Sure enough, the goodies I was drawn to, all had the same initials.
It was a strange and good feeling, that someone who was involved in this yard sale was a kindred spirit. Another soul who shared so many of my passions and interests, that I didn't know and probably never would, but yet we were connected in a way.
A kindred spirit.
I left feeling a little surreal.
Maybe I'm the only weirdo who thinks about such random things so deeply.
But I'm willing to bet that there is another person out there, who writes, is into natural healing, who loves bohemian décor and old teapots and forgotten authors, someone who is just drawn to certain things, who knows exactly who they are, but not quite why, who feels and thinks deeply and questions everything, just like I do.
A kindred soul.
And I think that's super cool.
"Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."
-Ann Shirley
Anne of Green Gables
I went to a yard sale the other day, just to go. My husband spotted it on his way home and said it looked like they had a lot of stuff, not clothes, but trinkets and books he said. He knows me well. I love trinkets and books. I'm like the Little Mermaid in that sense. I love to collect things. But not just any thing, things that are somehow me. Certain things that I'm just drawn to, with no rhyme or reason.
So we went to the yard sale. There was Christmas décor and statues, tea pots and tools, and home décor and books. I started looking through the boxes and boxes of books and much to my delight, there were several that were me. In some boxes there were mysteries and novels, many of them I'd read. Some I hadn't. In other boxes were children's books....good ones, like "To Kill A Mockingbird." In others, the classics, with authors like Emily Bronte and Jane Austen, both who I love. Then there were informational books about natural healing and herbs and gardening. And even still, books about writing. Becoming a better writer. Writing exercises and prompts. Getting published, etc. I started to giggle to myself and Nick asked why.
It was a big yard sale and so there were initials on all the price tags. I noticed at least five different people's as I walked around the tables lined with all sorts of different things. I stared noticing more things that I was pulled to, and began checking the initials. Sure enough, the goodies I was drawn to, all had the same initials.
It was a strange and good feeling, that someone who was involved in this yard sale was a kindred spirit. Another soul who shared so many of my passions and interests, that I didn't know and probably never would, but yet we were connected in a way.
A kindred spirit.
I left feeling a little surreal.
Maybe I'm the only weirdo who thinks about such random things so deeply.
But I'm willing to bet that there is another person out there, who writes, is into natural healing, who loves bohemian décor and old teapots and forgotten authors, someone who is just drawn to certain things, who knows exactly who they are, but not quite why, who feels and thinks deeply and questions everything, just like I do.
A kindred soul.
And I think that's super cool.
"Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."
-Ann Shirley
Anne of Green Gables
Feels amazing when you sense there's a person out there who, 'gets you.'
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