Family Feels

The more I move toward a life that best serves me, the more I find that the universe has me crossing paths with people that make these incredibly deep lasting impressions on me, even if our time together was only brief.  This happens continually throughout my practice.  My meditation groups for example have brought out some of the most profound beings that I have ever met, and may not have if it weren’t for my little gathering spot.  What most first-timers may feel as though is going to be a simple hour of quieting minds, turns into a room full of smiles and sharing afterward, vulnerability and relatable life experiences, with absolutely zero judgement.  I can feel the almost immediate closeness among us as a group and am drawn directly to certain individuals at times.  I may not know why at that moment, but I the answer always ends up coming to me in some form later.  Some come consistently and others only once, regardless, the footprint they leave behind is taken in with gratitude.
The ventures toward spiritual awareness that I have consciously been on the past few years has been full of these vibrant beings of light.  I hold many of them so dear in my heart, whether they are aware of this or not, but something tells me that they are. 
My husband and I were chatting the other evening while we prepared dinner about many of these individuals, and we stood there smiling for them and reminiscing how familial they feel to us; as if they had been in our lives forever, and how free we were and are able to be when we speak and spend time around them.  The strong sense of comfort and relaxation that one may have when they let out a sigh of relief.  As I spoke more about this feeling, I started to feel that within my body…relief. 
I recall this sensation when I first had made contact with the gentleman who is now my husband.  A feeling of home.  Like I had someone that I could open up to completely and that also made me aware of things, and was not hesitant to share himself, even the difficult parts, with me too. 
I understand fully when people refer to others that are not blood relation as “family”.  I have that.  I have also come to find out that some of my greatest relations have come later in my life, and that’s ok.   The length of term of a friendship or relationship does not always determine the magnitude of genuinity.
I have made lifelong kinship with hosts from Airbnb, felt divine presence from a fishing tour guide in Annapolis Basin, Nova Scotia; had been invited to join a private Yuletide Celebration at a Buddhist Temple, by a couple who attend my meditation group;  was married by a spiritual psychotherapist and her partner who is a shaman among the serene mountains in Oregon;  have found comfort within the company of a fellow local reiki practitioner and his business; was made aware of my intuitive abilities long before I even gave a thought to using them by a Southern Carolina medium who from first reading told me that he thought that he and I were going to be good friends; and to many others that have graced me with their presence, kindness and impact.
They are all family.