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If you build it, they will come

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"Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition. This metaphor of friendship can be grounded in the clay nature of the human body. When you find a person you love, an act of recognition brings you together. It is as if a million years of silence of nature broke, your lover's clay and your clay lay side by side. Then in the turning of the seasons, your one clay lay divided and separated. 

You began to rise as distinct clay forms, each housing a different individuality and destiny. Without even knowing it, your secret memory mourned your loss of each other. While your clay selves wandered for thousands of years through the Universe, your longing for each other never faded. This metaphor helps to explain how in the moment of friendship two souls suddenly recognise each other. It could be a meeting on the street, or at a party or a lecture or just a simple, banal introduction, then suddenly there is a flash of recognition and the embers of kinship glow. There is an awakening between you, a sense of ancient knowing. Love opens the door of ancient recognition. You enter. You come home to each other at last. As Euripides said "Two friends, one soul"


There is this magic scene, in the Kevin Costner movie Field of Dreams, where he walks into a mielie field and hears a voice telling him to build a football pitch and it will bring his father back to him.... my field of dreams, this home built on rocks, is a place where two friends, one soul, meet and merge often.


Life is a funny thing - and over the past months, it's changed, a lot but every single time I come home to my friends, literally and figuratively. I didn't build this house with this life in mind but I'm eternally grateful for it. My friends and family came to find me, and hand-in-hand, we're all just walking each other home.


"John O'Donohue"