"We are meant to midwife dreams for one another. We cannot labor in place of one another, but we can support the labor that each must undertake to birth his or her art and foster it to maturity."
~~Julia Cameron, The Artist's Way
Just a month ago, we were strangers. Now, we are soulmates. Sim and I met on the ex-Jehovah's Witness forum I belong to. I don't visit all that often, but once in a while there is a thread there that piques my interest. The discussion was about the sound use of mental suicide and how we must be aware of what we're doing when we enter into the space of questioning our egos and everything we've held to be dear about who we are and what this life means.
On that thread, a poster and I began sharing our thoughts and experiences on the subject. By day's end, we were exchanging emails and now we're planning to meet in person one day soon. Within a few exchanges it was obvious we were on the same page. We'd had parallel life experiences, often on the same timeline. The intensity of our personalities, our way of phrasing things, our dreams and our fears mirrored each other. They say everyone has a twin. Mine is named Sim and she lives in Australia.
Sim is becoming my spiritual midwife as I birth the creative projects I've held in my heart for so long. She is with me through the labor pains and I know she will be with me through the delivery. I feel her hold my hand and hear her whisper a soft "Just breathe" in my ear. She may be on the other side of the planet, but she is right beside me.
It's amazing to me how we can connect with people in a short time. How you can feel that you know someone so deeply after only a few exchanges. I have had this experience repeat over and over in the past year. The level of connection I've experienced with "strangers" has been a great gift to me. Now, some of these strangers are my dearest friends. I can't imagine life without their presence. I am blessed.