Sparksof People

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Ever meet someone for just a moment and realise you know them well? or want to? Share.

(derived from the lavenderparlor page...on which was posted this:)

If you had a fairy godfather (or godmother) what would he/she look like?

um, i suspect that i met her. she's older, experienced, with short hair and comfortable clothing. she is androgynous. her face glows. she is very loving and nurturing and competent and strong. and the most messed up thing is that i met her for like 2 minutes, didn't really talk very much...it was one of those random encounters that you realize was life-changing after it's over and it's too late to go back and say, hey, who are you, do you have any more advice? but she pulled me through something that was very difficult to cope with, not because it was very important, but because it was a miniature representation of many things that were important. she showed me the way and came from this inner peace that was like a lifeline leading me a little closer to shore. jenny

once I was on this college visit trip, and was sitting outside feeling like the whole place, stridently religious, didn't belong in me at all...people were walking by me the whole time, into their dorms...then i heard footsteps and something told me to stand up, and i did, and walked towards them. I met a youth whose name is now unclear, but i named him...i forget...something good. i knew him, somehow. i'll never meet him again in this world. we talked for the longest time, standing in the dark shadow of a school building, the wind whipping through us and the ice puddling as we slowly melted footprints into it. it was a beauteous, queer night. ~Wind~

oh what a beautiful page.

i saw him, briefly. briefly i think is the best way to describe it. everything can happen in 'briefly' and everything did. i was in the passenger seat of our big blue minivan. he was standing on the street corner. he was straddling a bike. he had a guitar strapped to his back. i was looking down at my journal, but right before the light changed i looked up and saw him. i don't know how far he was, really, but he felt like he was Right There. he looked like an elf. golden hair, dusty eyes, glowing face. before i could breathe again the car drove away. i didn't talk to him. but i feel like my whole life could be summed up in that one look between us. i was torn driving away. we were supposed to lay in the park counting how many pine cones were above us. he was supposed to teach me songs on the guitar and i was supposed to henna our initials onto tree bark. things would be like a fairy tale.

i'll never see him again. and maybe it's just because i've written stories about him, maybe it's because we've never talked and so i'm free to make believe, or maybe it's something else, but, i feel like he knows me better than anyone.