“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

10.31.2014

truths and not truths on the end of october


the homeless man sat down in the front room of the business yesterday, neverminding that my hands were full of photographs and the clock was ticking away fast to a deadline, telling me lies and truths, asking for money in exchange.  a fair deal if the stories are good enough, i think.  his were full of navajo code talkers and weren't new, though he had changed them up a bit from the last time we'd heard them in a downtown cafe.  perhaps he'd been perfecting them, editing them under the texas stars.  he said he slept on a flatbed truck a mexican family was loaning him the use of every night, and at last he shuffled off down the street, needing tarp in case it rained, he said, glad for a new sleeping bag he'd picked up somewhere.

almost november and the wind is up outside, the cold is coming, and there is a first quarter moon in the sky.  we gain an hour this weekend, an hour of darkness leading us closer to winter.  i  imagine it with a lantern in its hand, guiding the way, shushing me when i talk too loud.  i'm not ready, but i follow along.

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8 comments:

  1. i love this post. not a whiff of halloween candy anywhere in it. just stories and encroaching winter darkness. absolutely perfect.

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  2. ooh, i love that last bit... i always have loved getting that hour of sleep back, but now i have a perfect image to hold in my mind.

    a fair deal if the stories are good enough... love that, too. xoxo

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  3. ..old people now, bring me sadness. too many memories. the lost bring me sadness.
    I am never ready for November, or more darkness. I am a child of summer, of long days, bare feet. I only endure the next months. but then.... I have your words. I always have your words..
    tilda

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  4. I am looking forward to gaining an hour this weekend. I need it oh so badly. This has been a terrible, heart wrenching week for me and reading your words is like pulling a warm cozy blanket around me.
    Thank you for that,
    Angela

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  5. In between your first paragraph and your second is the leap and the link--the two things that make a piece of writing magical for me. Thanks for this tonight, my friend. xo

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  6. i sit here this morning bad mouthing day light savings…like i always do. i yawned too many times yesterday and this morning daylight came later then my body wanted it…which was still too early…xo

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  7. What a wonderful post, dear d.! Lines and picture!
    Have a happy time
    Elisabeth

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  8. last sunday, i went to see a one-woman performance - for 25 years, this one actress has brought this one fictional character to life on stage. when she's not performing, this actor leads a storytelling group in her community. not just any storytelling group, but a weekly storytelling session for homeless folk. they use a talking stick - i imagine they have to because when you gather a group that hasn't been seen or listened to in a while, the cacophony can be deafening for all. she calls the group Holy Chaos.

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