Men And Women/ The One You Love

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Rain, rain, rain.  And it’s coming down by the bucketfuls.  It’s enough to make one slightly sad if one considers that my companion is still far south of here.  She has left Charleston and is now in Atlanta.  In my attempt to forget that fact I put the laptop back in shape by deleting many files.  It had 2 percent hard drive space and now it has about 55 percent space.  I ran a program called SS  and put all the photos in cyberspace where they belong.  They are in albums and there is also a workspace there.  And then I set up a separate hard drive to hold finished photos and files in a second location.

So who needs to keep them in a laptop?  And if you noticed that this blog loads a little more quickly it is because someone is in Atlanta.   And I have too much time on my hands.

My hands would rather be busy holding someone.  Touching her.  Hugging her.  Kissing her once or twice.  And then having a conversation that will inevitably lead to some difference of opinion that needs to be played out in its inevitable fashion.

But we disagree about nothing that causes silence to ensue.  Because all that is important is that she is in this world.  And she has agreed to be with me.   And notwithstanding that lapse of judgment she is a truly wise person.

At least ten times in the past few days I have pushed back from the desk intending to go tell Beth something before realizing she is not in the house.  It feels like she is still here.  And then I spend a few moments pushing back the fear.   Thoughts of THAT highway running through Atlanta next to the Braves Stadium must go.   How many lanes does it have?  Eight?

She will return. How many years of loneliness have I experienced in almost sixty years of living?  Could I ever go back there?  It seems impossible now that I have known this life.  Being a part of a whole is so different from being single.  But it’s not a union based on anything in this world.  It’s not a physical union although that is very nice.  It’s something that confused me when I was younger.  Let’s leave it at that.

Being part of a living union is something I would recommend to anyone.  Trusting so completely.

For very many years I felt as if I was being dropped into a vast void.  Only my children kept me from going there.   And then after a half century on this planet that sometimes  resembles an old basketball I found someone who made all those feelings go away.

Someone asked me recently if i didn’t need time away from my wife to do things.  But the fact is I’m probably away from her most of the time.  I’m living in this body and it separates me from her and most of the world.  I’m working at a computer or doing other things that require some concentration.  I’m out there meeting people or getting lost in the woods as happened Saturday.

But I always feel she is with me while I am doing those things.  And so I try to find her in the house when she is in Atlanta.   I fly with her in dreams.  I hear the cell phone go off and know it is her.

When I was over at the Henricus settlement yesterday the guy was talking about how the men came up the James River and built the fort.   They established working relationships with some of the Indians and fought with the others.  And after awhile when things had settled down they sent for the women.

When the women arrived the men were happy.  Although these were not women who had anything going for them in some respects.   They were bought in some cases and just plain desperate in others.  But when they found their way to the new world they at least had a chance to find a life that included food, shelter, and a  family.  They would have dignity and they would have children.

Some of them would even find love.

And plant flowers where children would play.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.  ~Mother Teresa


There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.  It is God’s finger on man’s shoulder. ~Charles Morgan


You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip.  ~Jonathan Carroll, “Outside the Dog Museum”


Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.  ~Malagasy Proverb


Who, being loved, is poor?  ~Oscar Wilde


Shall we compare our hearts to a garden –
with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds,
swooping birds and sunshine, rain –
and most importantly, seeds.
~Grey Livingston


My debt to you, Belovèd,
Is one I cannot pay
In any coin of any realm
On any reckoning day.
~Jessie B. Rittenhouse


She called from Atlanta and said, ” I read your post and I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed it.”

“And I love you.”

5 thoughts on “Men And Women/ The One You Love

  1. David – wow and wow again!

    You remember when I found your other beautiful post about your wife, I told you that next to health or anything for that matter, my most favorite topic in the world is LOVE! And what you say in this post touched my heart and ran through my body like a familiar cloak.

    I even read it out loud to my husband, because what you describe – the unity – the love – is how we live. We do not consider ourselves to have a marriage, but a unity – a unity that as you say is not understood by most in this world.

    And like you, we have our own hobbies but never want to be truly away from each other – but when we are, we are still together in spirit always.
    Sorry for getting all “mushy” but this post brought out this and much more in me. (I’ll stop there)

    But God…a living union…what an amazing way to love and what we humans are capable of!

    More than anything I love hearing that other people have what we have too, because it is beyond heavenly to live this way and God knows we do not have many good examples of love in this world today where partners or marriages are concerned.

    Anyway I stumbled it too (not because I wanted the link – although it is always much appreciated) BUT because words like this resonate with me deeper than I can describe to you – words like this are ME at the essence of my being!!!!!

    God bless you and Beth always!

    P.S. Sorry to hear the technical advice did not work out – sometimes with computers one never knows what is up.

    Evitas last blog post..How To Have A Healthy Halloween

  2. Thanks Evita. You both are truly blessed. And you didn’t have to wait fifty years either! I wish we had been together when we were younger. That would have been awesome.

  3. Lovely post – we’ve been married 30 years and I also relate to your blog. Age and time draw us closer, more in tune, comfortable and in love. I’m thankful we’ve worked hard and overcome the issues that invariably come in a marriage.

    By the way – it’s Turner Field (the Braves Stadium).

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