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.

Visit with high school best friend leaves me pondering my old fears
We all live with a death sentence, but we act as if we’ll live forever
Listening to our own inner voice can be the toughest thing we do
Normal days often turn to terror when you live with a narcissist
OK, morons, we’ll finally admit it: We really are smarter than you
When life becomes too passive, we stop earning our self-respect
I thought I saw her face — and I whispered, ‘Are you proud of me?’
Finding your own authentic voice is riskier than copying everybody else
End of life brought cancer patient to baptism six days before death