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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Henry


For some reason i keep thinking about Henry.  I wasn't quite twenty and waiting tables at Mr. Mikes pizza in Burlington, Vermont when Henry & i first met.

I remember how he was wrinkled & old even then.  I remember how he sauntered in, worn black book in hand, disheveled & dirty-clothed.  I remember how he smiled the sweetest, purest smile when he saw me and would then take his usual seat by the window.

I never knew much about Henry.  I just knew that he didn't have a home and loved to write poetry.  But when he walked through the door, day after day, we saw each other; the real, true, twinkling kind of seeing.  It didn't matter that we didn't know the details about each other.  I felt like i knew his heart & he knew mine and that was all that we needed to know.

Some days he'd come in asking for a paper cup and then he'd walk back out the door he'd just come in and disappear for a while.  And when he came back, that cup would be filled with dandelions just for me.  I'd smile and say thank you and my heart and face would be all lit up.  And so would his.  And then, sometimes, we'd pause for a while & talk about poetry.  And smile some more.

As i sit here in the sunshine, all these years later, my grownup heart is full of love for this man.  This man who i never saw again after i left Mr. Mikes and Vermont & and continued down my own path; walking through doors into womanhood and motherhood, opening my heart more & more to the beautiful, filled-with-color, blossoming poetry of my life.

I wonder if he's still around and if he's still writing poems and planting flowers in some young, open heart. 

If i could see him now i'd bow a deep bow and thank him for bringing his sunlight to my heart, for showing me what beauty can come when we stay open to one another.

And i'd pick a giant, overflowing, beautiful bouquet of dandelions just for him.  And say thank you again.

4 comments :

  1. This is so beautiful! What a beautiful connection with a person, and to carry the beauty of it with you all these years! And wasn't it just a clue bringing you back to yourself? the sweetness and light he saw in you-- because he was pointing you to yourself to the truth, and in that helping you to see him and everyone else! So lovely. Thank you for sharing.

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  2. I have always loved the name Henry. What a beautiful story of a beautiful soul. Thank you for sharing this. It makes my soul feel lighter.

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  3. I have tears in my eyes, thank you for warming my heart with your beautiful memory of Henry.
    xo

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  4. Oh I love this Julia. I have goosebumps as I remember that we really are all one. Thank you for this.

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