No Masks.

“ There is a real simplicity and earthiness to the streets. They don’t need our masks.”

-Edwina

I am struck and in awe often of the quick transparency and honesty I see consistently in many faces on the streets.

Humanity in some of the most raw of forms, vulnerability, weakness and true genuine exposure of self.

There really are no masks, it’s all out in the open, not much can be hidden.

The true realness of people intrigue me, challenge me, scare me, and mystify me.  

It is beauty, something to honor, receive as a gift and learn from, that I am sure of.

 I am drawn in…

His scent stings the nostrils of those around him, as he ambles his way through the crowd, to plop down beside me on the streetcar.

Eyes are yellowed and crusted, clothes filthy and ragged, open sores splatter across his face.

 lanky arms reveal a serious deep gash, noticeably untended too.

In his own world. Stumbling and absentminded.

Resting head on kneecaps, then chin upon elbows, he sneaks a peek at me squinting slightly.

Few words exchange, before he leans in close to shake my hands.

I inwardly recoil.

He is hard to take in visually. I am unsure of how to care for this young man, I don’t have the answers in the moment, I don’t know what he needs. 

I am aware of his craving for attention and compassion.

Before I can form another thought,

He bids me farewell, and maneuvers his way through the crowd,

Bumping into most, ignored by many.

He reveals obvious weakness and awareness of his poverty, yet a strength somehow to keep going.

  

  

 With a loud yelp she greets me with childlike love,

Arms slung around my shoulders in a bear hug.

Expressive and full of words

Desire to share and be listened too

“I love you” topples out of her mouth in many moments.

She has a certain freedom to her. Free to be herself, to dance, to play, and to be silly.

Confidence that others will be ready to delight, and affirm.

Her face soon crumples, she softly whimpers. 

Now she feels deeply, her tears and emotions are real.

She sits close to me, laying her head upon my shoulder.

Defeated, and overwhelmed.

She is comforted.

She shows her want to love, and be loved in return.

“ I really like you, I like being friends with you.”

He states in a matter of fact way.

Sharing with a bashfulness,  but full of meaning he communicates expectantly.

He is sweet, tenderhearted, innocent in his desire for friendship.

His oblivion to social ques is endearing.

He communicates with the simplicity of a small child.

What a depth to his words and his heart.

He shows authentic loyalty, and joy in finding a friend.

Rough, sprouted beard tickles my face, as he beckons a hug.

He offers an abundance of care for those around him.

It comes in forms of bumping fists, gracious gazes, exuberant hugs, verbal affirmation, tenderness with many, and a presence full of warmth. He loves through deep soul unrest, as he grieves painfully. His eyes quick to fill with tears, words describe his hurt,  emptiness,  struggles and challenges. In the midst of this he pours forth care for others. 

He shows a stunning humility, and a huge heart.

He is big and tall in stature, looks of intimidation at first glance. 

Eyes full of an intense focused nature, caught deep in thought, seemingly unapproachable.

Until that is you make eye contact, his small smile is coaxed quickly out of him.

He creates a hospitality better then most, as he gives you his full attention, asks life questions, and responds with a soft spoken voice, that can only bring ease.

Interesting thoughts, and watery eyes as he speaks.

 He causes others to hang on his every word. 

He is a man who struggles profoundly, yet loves unreservedly.

What strange, unexpected and random treasures I am finding among friends, as with such bravery, and trust they go through life without a mask. With unusual openness, acceptance and  love in their lives.

I am being taught as they  share themselves with me, and welcome close relationship.