Gryph's Lair

I sometimes get these strange overwhelming urges to try to look certain people up. It never goes anywhere, it seems like no matter how hard I am reaching out to these people they are never reaching back. But for some reason the urges stick.

One of those people is the person I look back now and consider a priestess of our little high school pagan group. I've tracked her down on Myspace, and added her as a friend, but that's all that's ever happened. I don't know why I am so drawn to contacting her, but I feel there is a reason. I guess the time just hasn't happened yet. I know for a fact that she harbors some mistaken ill-will towards me (based on an apparent misunderstanding), but still the feelings persist.

Another friend is actually one half of a couple in my mind (not sure if that's still how it is, but well that's how my memory perceives him), and he was my first real goth friend. I can't even remember his last name now all these years later (another high school friend, although we didn't go to school together). His face rises to my inner eye more times than I can count. I worry about him at random moments, and I can't even imagine how I could make any concerted effort to look him up without even a last name, and nothing more than a first name (Jonathon) to go off of. I know where he grew up (strangely enough only a few miles from the place I grew up, although by the time we met I had long ago moved away).

The third person, strangely enough, is a friend who was very important to me during the whole chaos that ensued around me kicking my cheating husband out in 2003. We stayed in touch for awhile, but then things got sour (yet another misunderstanding). He comes to mind on occasion, but lately it's been constant. I recently was going through some things and came across a stuffed teddy bear dressed as a fairy which he had given me. I kicked my husband out on February 3, 2003, and that valentines day my wonderful friends all pitched in to make the day special. Until very recently this stuffed bear sat on a shelf with some other sad and lonely stuffed animals. The wings on the little fairy outfit were tattered and beat up. I cleaned up the bear and passed her on to another needy person. It's just strange that this was literally just the other day, because I met his wife on Saturday. At the full moon ritual. She knows many of the wonderful people I have been practicing with. How strange is that!!!

Anyhow, it's just tripping me out, three people I keep having the strongest urges to reach out to, and sometimes the Lord and Lady just drop them into your lap. I don't have any urge to talk to him or anything like that, and meeting his wife... it all suddenly made sense, and I think that meeting her was my answer. I just can't explain it any better than that.