When my body needs fuel, I experience a sensation I call hunger. When my body is becoming dehydrated, I feel something we call thirst.
And when my soul needs authentic human connection, I experience something — a hunger, a hurt, a passion — which doesn’t really have a name.
Sometimes we call it loneliness, but it’s more than that. It’s an emptiness. It’s emotional. It’s intellectual. It’s spiritual. And it’s physical.
This inner yearning is the force which has allowed the human race to survive for so long. The writer of the Hebrew book of Genesis tells us that God looked at the world he had made and at the man he had made, then said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”
Even thousands of years ago, the wise men who wrote such books knew that a man and a woman needed one another. And something inside us won’t leave us alone until we go back to our personal origins — and finally get that right.
In a time of crisis — such as today — I feel this hunger as never before.

Before you can rescue other folks, you have to learn to save yourself
Can I talk myself into not wanting great things I fear I’ll never have?
Ordinary miracles fill our lives, while we still demand wonders
Had enough yet? Ready to quit pretending politics changes things?
On National Dog Day, remember how love can change any of us
If romantic love is real and true, does it never really fade away?
What if narcissistic vampire bit me but he never finished the job?
What if world is becoming a place where you no longer want to live?