Anamchara. That word is millenia old.
It’s from the Gaelic (Irish/Celtic) language. Sometimes it has been broken into two words; anam cara, meaning soul’s friend.
The inetersting thing is that the word, anamchara, was never meant to be split in two. Neither does it mean ‘soul mate’ as we understand it today.
The ancient Celts were so in tune with their gaurdian angel, spirit guide, synchronicity, Holy Spirit…whatever name we choose, that they worked as one. They hadn’t the same pollution in the mind that we have today.
My anamchara made itself known a few years ago and I have been trying to work in tune with it since.
As for my soul mate. It can only be my wife.
Think of the most humble, giving, forgiving, generous person.
Now half that, and that’s my wife. She also has a nice little sense of humour.
As if by a sign from my anamchara, yesterday at my parents’ home, I found a little diary I had kept during my early years as a motor mechanic. It was used to record different jobs on cars etc. It was one of those things I had forgotten even existed.
I randomly opened it somewhere in the middle. “Sunday, 30th June 1991; Me and Porter called up for Marie and Liz. Went to tavern. I tackled Marie. Yes.”
I was twenty. The tavern, was the name of a night club. Tackled meant I asked her to be my girlfriend.
She didn’t answer “yes”. She just threw the arms around my neck and hepled herself to my lips. I have that effect!
My anamchara reminds me every now and then just how lucky I am to have a soul-mate like her.
Thank you for not crying
In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/29/prompt-born/