The classic song Moon River says “Two drifters, off to see the world There’s such a lot of world to see. We’re after the same rainbow’s end, waiting, round the bend, my Huckleberry Friend, Moon River, and me”.
I never cared for the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s, but I love the song. Is it because it has the term huckleberry friend? Maybe. I have sweet memories from my childhood of that word huckleberry. The kid’s song the muffin man has it…and of course, the Mark Twain classic The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn has it. My dad was a big Mark Twain fan, so he and I discussed his works on a regular basis. When I hear Moon River, I always sing the part about “my huckleberry friend” with a tear in my eye.
The urban dictionary tells us that a huckleberry friend is: A very special good friend that’s been in your life for years, typically for years. I definitely have some huckleberry friends, and I hope that you do, too. They bless my life with their glorious love.
But besides mentioning huckleberry friends, I wanted to talk today about the other part of the verse. “There’s such a lot of world to see. We’re after the same rainbow’s end….waiting round the bend….”
I saw this photo yesterday. It reminded me of that song. It made me think about how intertwined hearts share dreams, hopes, visions for the future, and more. We may long for peace of heart, glorious days full of wonder and hope. Like a rainbow’s end, the journey may even be theoretically impossible. But it is our journey, as we drift or even march along that makes it all beautiful. We can see that rainbow connecting the clouds to the earth. It is a symbol of hope and promise.
The rains do not last forever in our lives. Our difficulties will pass. Joy and love burst through our darkest moments. Our huckleberry friends see us through heartbreak and rejoice with us in happy times. I remember a day in New Jersey when my friends Pattie and Connie and I were outside with our kids, in a wonderful rain. The kids were running through the puddles and we just let them get totally soaked. They were floating leaves in the water as it streamed toward the storm sewers. Then, over the pond where the peepers croaked at night, we saw a double rainbow angling over our heads and seemingly ending in the woods just beyond us. It was such a lovely moment….the joyous rapture of childhood, the sweet treasure of rainbows….mixed together with huckleberry friends. Then, of course, we took the kids in to Pattie’s house, dried them off and had her FABULOUS potato soup.
So you see, when you least expect it….joy is waiting around the bend. Me? I long for connections with loved ones. I long for times and moments that renew my strength and faith. I love the promise of possibility. There are times in our lives when we “cocoon”. Perhaps we hide away from the world. Perhaps we lick our wounds. We crawl into a metaphorical chrysalis – to heal, re-group, and re-focus.
Then, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, what happens? You guessed it, didn’t you?