Friday, July 30, 2010

The Hermit


Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I'm a bit of a loner. More socially active people sometimes read this behavior as negative, sad - It must be lonely or mean I don't care for people much. And that isn't so.

Some of us just need to go to the mountain on a regular basis. Some of us need to leave the clatter and incessant buzzing of the world behind in order to think clearly, to stay grounded. I'm introspective by nature and need time and quiet to hear my own thoughts. Stuff my schedule with too much face time and I begin to feel like a pinball careening wildly out of control.

When my time is my own, it's not unusual for me to have a three or four day run when I don't hear a human voice. The quiet outside seeps inside. It leaves room for whatever the universe wants to toss my way.

This morning on Granville Street, it tosses me a present.

I spot Charley in his usual spot outside the Split Crow Pub. Short and sturdy as a fire-plug, a hard history imprinted in the lines in his face, Charley is one of my morning beacons. His presence lends a kind of reassuring certainty to my day. He and I have been smiling good morning at each other forever but we've never spoken. For some reason, today, I break the routine.

"Mornin,'Charley! Let's hope this fog breaks, huh?" Charley grins and nods.
"Yep. Kinda damp, ain't it."

We stand side by side, smoking our cigarettes in companionable silence and then Charley asks,

"Do you like to read?"
"Why yes. I read all the time."

Charley fishes a crumpled photocopied pamphlet out of his pocket. I wonder, before I open it, if maybe Charley is born again and I happen to look like I need saving.

"It's my wife's," he explains, "she made about a thousand of 'em."

I open and read. It's poetry, painfully, clumsily rhymed. But the first one is for Charley. It begins:

This is the man I love
Who is above
All the rest of the men I had in my life
For this I am proud to say I am his wife

"Sounds like you have a happy marriage. This is nice, what she wrote for you." Charley beams.

"Yep. Nine years," Her first husband, he beat her something awful." I let that sink in.

"Well," I say, "maybe the only good thing to come from being with a bad man is that you appreciate a good one a hundred times more..." Charley nods and his expression brightens.

"We comin' up on ten years in the fall," he tells me, "I got her a surprise she never going to expect."

"Okay, now you have to tell!"

"I got her a $14,000 diamond ring." He beams. He looks like he's still shocked at his own extravagance. I gape at him, suitably gob-smacked. That could be half a year's pay or thereabouts.

"Well, Charley - you have to show me the poem she writes after that anniversary."

With that, I admit I'm late for work and we both head off to our respective jobs.

Hours later, I'm still hugging the memory. It's not about the quantity of contact. It's all about the quality.

Who could be lonely with gifts like that?

6 comments:

Mikki said...

We are so very much alike. I once took a vacation where I didn't speak to another human being for ten days. The creative soul needs time for introspection. We also meet similar individuals...I wish I'd had the courage to speak to the man I used to see every Sunday at the restaurant where I ate lunch, he would nod and smile, sometimes wave. I did not know he was an artist, a fabulous painter, if I had it would have made me break the ice and go over to talk to him....he seemed lonely. But he was Charles Bronson and I was intimidated. I wish I'd done what you did.

LJ said...

I see so many similarities too, Mikki. And truly, some of the best moments in my life have been encounters like this. I've come to kind of wait for the universe to toss these little surprises out...and they always give me such a sense of connection...
Thanks for reading and commenting.

NEDbeads said...

Amazing. If only I was out enough to meet people like Charlie. On the other hand, I get a butterfly every day in my yard (always a different one) and the pups are a gift always. And Sherwood. But I would love to be out enough to say that I had met any of the people you are gifted with....

Carol said...

Each day I look for the inspiration the Universe sends to me. Each day I usually find it in some nature form. However, today, the Universe sent it to me through you and your thoughts in this post.

I'll have to think about the message because I am normally a person that speaks to most people, but also have been know to act like I don't see someone because sometimes I don't want the bother to converse.

I think I am more outgoing to stangers sometimes, than I am people I know.

Charlie probably waited a long time to find the love he has with his wife. Maybe that's the real message for me, to reaffirm how blessed I am because a week from tomorrow I will be married 39 years to my hero.

LJ said...

Ned...in your way that's the very idea of it. Just feeling part of the universe, connected to all other beings.
Carol...that's three love stories in one day. Charley's, Ned's and yours. Thank you.

herhimnbryn said...

Small moments are always out there. It takes a good soul to see them and take the time to enjoy them. Hallo lj.