The needs of I
Recently, I have found myself seeking
the succour of different support environments that attend to the many facets of
my personality and being. It is a realisation that no one is an island, and I have understood quite well that these are not distractions, but engagements.
Spirituality, as a man of faith, I
have been developing my personal fellowship in listening to messages and given to prayer; then besides my Anglican inclinations to which I have given much adherence, I have also sought an evangelical and Pentecostal community to
involve myself. The morning for the establishmentarian and the evening for the free-flowing
and sometimes unstructured, yet quite edifying fare.
And what matters more
Beyond that, for the mind and sense of well-being, I attend a support group that gathers black men living with HIV, once a month. In a way, I find myself transitioning from the hermit sequestered in my apartment for days, into a reticent and introverted social being.
It is
the strangest feeling that to some I appear to easily strike up a conversation
with strangers, yet in these communities if I am not approached, I look like a
shrinking Violet with a yearning that I can neither express nor commit to any
form of networking.
Then again, I am thankful for these
different community and support environments, as they address different needs
in the quest towards being a more complete person. However, the situation I
need the most is the company, companionship, and embrace of my partner and my
lover, in whose daily verbal intercourse I revel and need much more. Everything
else would always be secondary to the power of love, the place where two hearts
are knit in one and nothing else matters.