Posts tagged Memorable Conversations
Dust Off My Wings

I was having a rough time a year ago, a period of dry lucidity. Left my mind behind for a long walk with a goal of getting lost. The wind was blowing fiercely at that hour, and it felt like the world was exhaling all its waste onto me. Then all of a sudden, my ears captured this faint tune drifting through the breath of the breeze. All the winds ceased to howl and the world around me stood still altogether. The melody grew with every footstep, but my feet were hesitant to accelerate at the risk of compromising the divinity of the tune, and so I decided to sit down instead. Closed my eyes for however long I did, and reopened them to the street musician sitting right before me. I turned to him and smiled, and he returned a radiant gesture of acknowledgment. Without the exchange of a single word, we shared an hour or two of silence together before I left him with a poem and a "I couldn't help it" smile. The last thing I remember was his "don't look for me" nod. I didn't listen to him, though I should have because when I went to look for him again, he was already gone. 

I've been lucky enough to cross paths with these angels who seem to brush the dust off my wings so effortlessly. These wonderful people I don't and will never know. I want to be one of them. I want to be many of them. Radiating, resonating, piecing together lost souls...

Let's Play A Game

Me: Let’s play a game.

Him: I love it when you say that.

Me: It’s a psychology game I recently learned. Name your three favorite animals in order, and then three traits about each.

Him: Box turtles intrigue me because their lives and habitats are so distinctly different from other animals. They’re unique and still maintain a prehistoric air about them. Manatees interest me for the same reasons; they’re just so peaceful and seem to live with a grace that doesn’t match their physical appearance. Peregrine falcons are the epitome of predator in my eyes, but they can live in the middle of nowhere or in the bustle of NYC.

If I may, I’d like to hear your animals before you reveal the meaning of mine. See how accurate I am—about you and psychology.

Me: Taking my game and making it your own; how enticing. Mine are, respectively, the dragon for its majestic, magical, and all-powerful essence, the wolf’s sexy, fierce, and pack-loyal appeal, and finally, the hawk, for its divine, all-knowing, and free nature.

Him: I get the sense that every one of those adjectives applies to you.

Me: Your compliments are too gracious.

Him: I might see myself as a turtle and I definitely see the wolf in you. But in the end, we’re both birds.

Me: Does that mean we can fly away together? If so, I’ll race you.

Him: If we were birds, where would you want to fly to?

Me: We’d fly against the rotation of the earth, and challenge the laws of time.

Him: That might be the most attractive thing anyone’s ever said to me. I would be perfectly content to spend my life as avian time traveler. Join me?

Me: Don’t have to ask; just glance over beside you and smile back.

Him: Hillary, I am completely transfixed by you.

Me: If I ever fell behind, would you wait for me?

Him: Birds aren’t meant to wait, but some do fly in groups. As a hawk though, perhaps you’re meant to never look back. As for me, an endless journey with you is exactly the kind of trip I would enjoy most.

This was a conversation I had with a stranger many years ago. We never spoke after that.

One Star To Take It All Away

“How many stars does it take to carry our worries away--can one star take away one worry? If so, what happens when a whole sky full of stars can’t take it all away?

“Is it possible to be so noble that not even the stars deserve to carry the weight of your heart?

“At that point, do you continue staring at the sky and let it absorb whatever it can, or is it better to avoid the disappointment? For me, I feel like I’m betraying the stars when I stare up at the sky and can’t empty my mind. As if I can’t share everything with it—as if I’m keeping secrets.

“You think maybe we have a special connection with a star? That maybe we spend our whole lives releasing all our emotions to one special star. One day, the star dies and disappears, and we look up into the sky and feel only loneliness. We don’t even know why we’re sad, or that we are. And we never find out why.

“The stars are so many light years away. Maybe the sad souls are just the ones who have formed a special connection with a star that’s long dead.”

He didn’t answer any of her questions. Instead, he turned to her and asked, “When’s the last time you heard the sound of your own breath?”

“What does it sound like?” she asked?

“The weight of the stars."

The Love We Don't Betray

"I believe in a romantic love that exists beyond the boundaries of the universe. One so strong that we don't have to worry about betrayal. And I don't want to stop searching for it."

"You mean within us?"

"I don't think it's fair to ask anyone to stop searching for it. Because if there's something better for you, I want you to have it. If this love was powerful enough and everything you wanted, you wouldn't have betrayed it. So why are we asking for a lifelong commitment? We all deserve a love that we'll never betray and even think about letting go of."

"I’m not letting go of us. If you want to, just let me know so I can hold you that much tighter."

"Why would you want to hold me tighter? Why not let me go? You can let me go without letting us go."