pairs. . .
I’ve been thinking about pairs recently. Whom we pair off with mostly.
Compatability is something that’s often raised to explain why people find each other. You can see that when you look around you. Shared abilities and interests such as listening to music and picking up similarities in what you each hear. A lifestyle and aesthetic that is easy going because you intuitively like the same things. Such as living in a home that you don’t like to leave for very long. Pride of place. Eating dinner together every night, listening to the evening news and watching the sun set.
In the I-Ching, there are Wanderers, who never stay in one place for long. My first husband was a Wanderer. Since we parted, he has done exactly that–taken job postings with his wife in places like Morocco, Georgia (the country, not the state). I know others who travel all the time and seem not to be able to sit still in one place. Where is home for them?
One of the great wonders of the Western World is what time teaches us. Whatever it is, one thing is clear–we have NO IDEA what is in store for us when we are young. Or middle-aged. Or later on either, for that matter. It’s a mystery all the way, it seems. That’s also what’s fun about it if we can have a sense of humor about how things turn out.