Of Dungeons and Weyrs and Kindred Spirits

It is said that if one is fortunate, s/he may come across a kindred spirit once in a lifetime, a soul with whom s/he can share a unique bond, a special language, all that can be shared that s/he might tell no other.

I ran across my kindred soul many years ago, when we were both counsellors for a special needs camp; Kev was taking care of a boy who been exposed to thalidomide in utero whilst I had charge of a little girl with cerebral palsy.  Our little campers happened to be good friends, so Kev and I spent a lot of time together and bonded quickly.  After the camp was over we continued on together; though we ended up at different colleges the next year, we travelled either one way or the other to see each other every weekend.  We had a secret language that only made sense to the two of us, full of private jokes and a very silly camp song complete with hand movements.  We shared absolutely everything with each other, including occasionally a bed, though we were never physically intimate with each other.  Both of us were afraid, I think, of risking that very special bond we had, instead choosing to regard ourselves as big brother to little sister.

Unfortunately, Kev had a congenital heart defect and was ripped from this life far too soon.  I was unable to attend his funeral, marooned as I was in the wilds of Maine… ironically as the nurse for a special needs vacation camp.  It took me a long time to find closure; I still miss him terribly.

Never in my wildest imaginings did I ever dream that I would be granted another opportunity in this lifetime to meet yet another kindred spirit, never certainly in such a way as has happened.

My Sweet Rider tells of our journey best; he has a beautiful way with words.  I love the secret language we’ve developed, laden with hidden meaning; I love the world we have woven around us.  I love that we can go from cosy chat to the heights of passion and back again with nary a shred of self-consciousness or hesitation.

This Dragon would proudly wear her Rider’s harness.  Thank you, love, for our recent lusty romp and roaring good chat.  Can’t wait to give it another go!