INVITING SILENCE

WHAT IS NEWSWORTHY IN MY LIFE

My one night stand
My one night stand
One of my favorite roads
One of my favorite roads
The moon at sunset
The moon at sunset
Sunrise
Sunrise
Sunset
Sunset
The road down
The road down
Glorious
Glorious
Seductive
Seductive
Believe it or not, sunrise
Believe it or not, sunrise
Vern, as a little boy.
Vern, as a little boy.
Roberta, as a little girl.
Roberta, as a little girl.
My Good Shepherd
My Good Shepherd
Special people are newsworthy
Special people are newsworthy
Learning to retrace my tracks is newsworthy
Learning to retrace my tracks is newsworthy
My sisters are newsworthy
My sisters are newsworthy
People who pass on but then come alive in an old photo are newsworthy
People who pass on but then come alive in an old photo are newsworthy
My oldest sister and her husband are newsworthy
My oldest sister and her husband are newsworthy
My sister who is blind but who has incredible vision is newsworthy
My sister who is blind but who has incredible vision is newsworthy
My Mountain.  She is yours too for the gazing
My Mountain. She is yours too for the gazing
My writing space
My writing space
Looking out my window at the persimmon trees
Looking out my window at the persimmon trees
Walks are always newsworthy
Walks are always newsworthy
The innocent soul still capable of dreaming is newsworthy
The innocent soul still capable of dreaming is newsworthy
We can recapture ourselves
We can recapture ourselves
I am fully committed now to my practice
I am fully committed now to my practice
An inspiring man, definitely newsworthy
An inspiring man, definitely newsworthy
Growing up, taking chances, definitely newsworthy
Growing up, taking chances, definitely newsworthy
My son, Mr. Kettlebell is newsworthy
My son, Mr. Kettlebell is newsworthy
Ah, the clouds
Ah, the clouds
Yes, the clouds are newsworthy
Yes, the clouds are newsworthy
Family is newsworthy
Family is newsworthy
Dad and sons, very newsworthy
Dad and sons, very newsworthy
Innocence is newsworthy
Innocence is newsworthy
Zerrell all by herself is newsworthy
Zerrell all by herself is newsworthy
Harper is becoming newsworthy
Harper is becoming newsworthy
Some people just look newsworthy, and Dan IS newsworthy
Some people just look newsworthy, and Dan IS newsworthy
The Sunset never stops being newsworthy
The Sunset never stops being newsworthy
The eye of our solar system is newsworthy
The eye of our solar system is newsworthy

FINDING "WHOLEY-NESS

I used to go to sleep to the 11 o’clock news. What an oxymoron that is! And I remember any number of evenings, staying up after the news watching one of those high speed chases, secretly hoping to top off my evening with a spectacular crash, right there live. I wanted to see people fly out of the car and bounce around on the roadway. I really am embarrassed to share that voyeuristic part of myself. And knowing that I am not unique in that department does not give me a great deal of comfort. Admitting to that insanity is worse than admitting that I pick my nose in the privacy of my car on the freeway where no one will catch me.

In December 2009, I went from being addicted to the news at eleven to eliminating listening to the news on radio or television. In fact, I stopped watching television and listening to the radio all together, even in the car, with a few exceptions. I have to be honest. I stopped watching television at first because I could not pay the cable bill, so initially it was a financial decision, not a spiritual one. But I soon noticed I was not missing the eleven o’clock news. And I could not tell you for sure what it was, but I began turning off the radio in the car, preferring to drive in silence.

I even stopped listening to music in the car. And I love music. It is always so soothing and refreshing. Well, yes, of course, I guess depending upon what you are listening to. Sometimes Country Western can be pretty depressing, and some forms of rock, metal, and punk can create bipolar-like conditions in an otherwise perfectly sane person in two notes!

So how in the heck do I keep up with what’s going on in the world? Well, I still skim a newspaper maybe once a week, but I pretty much rely upon the conversation of friends to inform me if the Chinese are preparing to ride their bicycles up the main drag in this little town of Yucaipa, after having taken over the rest of Southern California before the illegal aliens do. Yucaipa, by the way, is snuggled up against the San Bernardino Mountains, about 86 miles southeast of Los Angeles off Interstate 10, just south of Highway 38, the back road to Big Bear Lake.

Now just to clarify, I really am not concerned about either the Chinese nor the illegal aliens taking over anything, and I know some of you are mumbling, “Well, you should be!” But I am not. My comments are just a pinch of political satire.

I also pick up bits and pieces of news from internet sites, but on any given day, I can be pretty unaware of what is going on in the world. I mean I didn’t even know we were bombing Libya till I saw Moammar at the Seven Eleven on fourteenth Street buying a lottery ticket. When he realized I recognized him, he put his finger up to his lips, so mum I was. I thought, afterwards, I should have opened my arms to give him a hug and said really loudly, “Say, don’t I know you?” But he has always seemed like some kind of a crazy dude, so I’m glad I mined my own business.

I did not know for several days that Liz Taylor died. Probably best I didn’t because I would have been running from cemetery to cemetery trying to attend the service. You live your entire life in the public eye, and they bury you in secret. How ironic or just plane weird is that?

Now this next part is really not funny. I heard about the Japan earthquake from someone talking about it at a meeting, and I had no clue what they were talking about. I did turn on the television then and watched, in total disbelief and horror and fear, the reruns of the shaking and the tsunami. The scenes hit home, not just close to home, but home. You see, Yucaipa snuggles up not only to the mountains but to the San Andreas Fault, so someday, it is going to really shake around here. And hopefully we will pull together as a little town and share our food and water, our concern and first aide. Hopefully we will be able to dig deep enough in to the well of fear and territoriality, and no doubt it will be there, to pull up buckets full of love and compassion for our neighbors.

Okay, so back to eliminating news. Here is the really cool deal about eliminating television and radio news, noise, and static. Here it is. There is more silence in my life. There is more room for the creative Spirit to move about my brain, my mind, and my soul.

There is this saying. Have no idea who came up with it. Probably some Chinese philosopher making up sayings for fortune cookies. No, I have nothing against the Chinese. I love Chinese food. Most of what I buy is made in China. So I’m good with my Asian brothers. So back to the saying. The saying is “SILENCE is the cup that holds the music.” Wow! So even though I no longer listen to music in the car, there is plenty of music in the silence of my car and in the silence of my heart and my soul.

There is room now in my life for my passions for journaling, writing (no, not the same), for praying, for walking. Those are all “love-making” activities which happen in silence.
So when I am walking in silence, I am either praying or composing part of a blog or a book. And when I walk, it IS a walk, at least four miles, but often five or six miles. And I now know why Native Americans consider sweating a spiritual experience. At the end of my walk, my clothes are drenched. And it is, indeed, a holy walk.

I take my camera when I walk and capture the “news” going on around me. There are interesting roads, some paved, some dirt. There are spectacular clouds, seductive flowers, old and new reservoirs, plenty of hills and mountains, and one mountain, in particular, Mount San Gorgonio, quite the lady, quite the bride, when covered with snow. She is mine by the way. No, I do not have the deed. I think the Bureau of Land Management does, but she is mine all the same. But I will share her with you. She is always right there. Never moves, although some day when the big one comes, I suppose she might budge an inch or two. But she is right there. Anyone can have her for the gazing and the staring in awe and wonderment. As much as I like to say she is mine, of course, she isn’t. She is yours as well. If you take the time to get to know her many trails, you will experience visions and new perspectives of your life and the world around you.

In addition to my mountain, I get very excited twice a day anticipating, often waiting with camera in hand, to capture the sunrise and the sunset. I have also become more interested in what is newsworthy in the lives of my many friends and family, news that will never make it to CNN, Fox, definitely not to Al Jazeera, or any other news organization, yet important news all the same. And news that I really need to keep up with: something as grand as my son winning the Grant Cardone Social Media Contest; something as simple but profound as my niece, Brigid’s latest blog about her son, Harper; something as huge as Lillian passing away after ninety some years of life, some sixty of those years being a catalyst to the music community here in town; something as seemingly insignificant as seventy six year old Betty telling me that she was just plain lazy today and never got out of bed or watching Tom take his dog, Ruby, for a walk.

Now speaking of illegal aliens, sometimes referred to as “the undocumented,” perhaps the most renowned undocumented is God! God has no papers, no country. I mean talking about the disenfranchised, God is at the top of the list. So I hang out with God a lot on my walks, in the silence of the car, and in the silence of my room. However, I have to admit, I have music playing in my room twenty four hours a day. Soft, gentle, notes from the Manhieim Steam Roller 1984 rendition of "Bring A Torch Jeanette Isabella." That song plays repeatedly twenty four seven. It seems to enhance the silence with its gentle melody. Email me, and I will send you the words I wrote to match the melody which has its own traditional words.

Now speaking of my room. My room is much like a sanctuary or small church. There are no statues or icons, but plenty of flowers and plenty of sacred pictures, and it smells good as well. Two of my most sacred pictures are 8 X 10's, one of a little boy and one of a little girl, each just shy of three years old. I also have a wonder filled picture of the Good Shepherd.

My room does not, like the Church I grew up in, smell of incense, but instead of lavender and roses. I’ve invited God to live here. That is a place God can call Home. And from what I can tell, I think God has taken up residence here. I have not shared this “secret” with the other people who live in the house, some of whom are members of the Church of the Latter Day Saints and are desperate for me to join them. I am tempted to invite them into my room to just sit and to experience the burning in their bosoms so they know it is true, that God does in fact live here. The burning in the bosom is how they know there Book of Mormon is true.

And I am not sure what possessed me to share this “secret” with the whole world now. Maybe it is a streak of pride or something, but please don’t make a pilgrimage to Yucaipa, for heaven’s sake nor even for Christ’s sake. You could send money, if you like! Just kidding. But remember, Silence is free and God is undocumented, disenfranchised. So God can come to live in your room as well. So invite God. I am not totally sure, but I think God is looking for invitations.

Come on, keep reading. It gets more interesting! You know, I have been separated since the first of August of last year. It has been excruciatingly painful. I mean the pain is just like a tsunami. It sweeps up everything in its path, and I have no control over the tears once they start, and well I’m glad I don’t try to control or stop the tears. They need to come out. They are part of the healing. But being separated has given me even more opportunities to be with myself and by myself in the silence, in the silence of my walks, in the silence of my room and in the silence of my heart,

We are not getting back together, so the silence has afforded me opportunities to look at just exactly what happens when a marriage does not work out. I published a book about relationships in 2008, From The Frying Pan To The Jacuzzi. Recently, I have had difficulty “pitching” the book, because I have stopped being sold on my own ability to live in relationship. Some wonder-filled folks have told me that my recent separation adds credibility to the book. Isn’t that interesting?

Well, as life would have it, my son, David gave me an audio book by Grant Cardone, Sell To Survive. So now I am vicariously “working with” Grant Cardone via Audio Book, to once again be sold on myself, on my worth as a human being and a man, on my abilities as a therapist, and on the intrinsic value of the book.

Notice, I refer to the book as the book, not my book. Nothing we create belongs to us. And the more we know that, the more the creative Spirit is able to work within and through us. So the book is not mine nor does its value depend upon my capacity or incapacity to be successful in or at relationships. This awareness makes it possible for me to once again be sold on the value of the book.

And, lo and behold, out of that being sold once again, in the silence of my walk two Sundays ago, pops out the title and the initial pages of a new book for divorcing couples who are faced with the daunting challenge of continuing to raise their minor children together, Your Final Gift To Your Children. I will let you know when it is available. Coming "soon."

Now one of the important awarenesses I address in From The Frying Pan To The Jacuzzi , and which is blossoming even further in the new book, is wholeness. So for our relationship to work, we have to bring a whole person to the table.

Well, we all know, right off the bat, none of us were whole people when we came to the table in our relationship. We may know now, but unfortunately, we did not know back then, nor even if we did know it intuitively, we didn’t know what to do about it.

So how is it that we are whole or not whole? Well, first of all, the answer is not about blame. It is simply about observing and seeing and knowing what we know.

So here is what we know. It is hardly a perfect world. Our lives, either as a little person or a big person (and some of us are really big), are hardly perfect. The old saying, Sh*t happens is so very very true, and it happens sometimes when we are infants, sometimes in adolescence, sometimes somewhere in between and sometimes in every stage of development.
The fact that sh*t happens, that we become less than whole, really is not a big deal. It just is. But the big deal is there is no one to take us through the grieving and healing necessary to reclaim our wholeness. Most of the time, folks want us to simply forgive, forget, and move on. So we move on fractured, wounded, split apart, less than whole. The result of that is we come to marriage or partnership or relationships in general searching for someone to fill in the holes, to fix us, to make us whole again. We even call the people we find “our better half!” And when we are lucky enough to find our so-called better half, we never realize it is not our better half to own, but the so-called better half belongs to that other person. It is not ours to take or to keep nor even to use. Whenever I hear someone refer to their partner as their better half, I cannot resist teasing, “So what half is he/she?”

And, of course, when we get married and are unaware that we are starting out less than whole, and we are told by tradition that marriage is a fifty-fifty proposition, we just keep right on becoming less and less whole. We actually give up parts of ourselves to make the relationship work, to make the other person happy. And it does not take long before there is nothing left of who we once were or who we were meant to be. And, of course, the lack of silence in our life, the incessant noise of life's demands makes it conveniently impossible to ever know or become aware that there is nothing left.

I think when a relationship ends or dies, the pain is less about what happened in the relationship on the surface, but more about coming to that awareness that there is nothing left of myself. And as I walk away, I walk away with absolutely nothing. It doesn’t have to be that way, but I think for many of us, that is exactly what happens, and that is why it was so absolutely excruciating for me.

I walked out the door that first day of August, thinking and feeling that I had given up absolutely every part of myself, that I was walking out the door with absolutely nothing left of what I once knew to be Vern.

And I have to stay aware that my partner had the same experience. So it’s not about feeling sorry for me, but about both of us being in sorry shape, mainly because we were not whole people to start with. And then we gave up even additional parts of ourselves in hopes of making something work that probably was never meant to be, nor could be because of the shape we were both in or better the shape we were NOT in.

Musing about wholeness, wholey-ness if you will, in the many moments of silence in these last eight months, has brought me to an awareness that maybe one of my own prized beliefs may be off the mark. St. Augustine has this saying, “Restless will I be, till I rest in Thee.” I have always believed that each and everyone of us has an existential restlessness that will never be quieted until we come face to face with God either here or later. So we can come face to face with God now on what Wayne Dyer via Carlos Castenada refer to as the Active Side of Infinity. We can come “home” now, end our restlessness now. We don’t have to wait for death. Well, google the term. "active side of infinity" and ponder it. Maybe another blog, but it is a very interesting and fascinating invitation.

But aside from all that, I am beginning to wonder if the existential restlessness is not about God afterall. I am beginning to think this restlessness will be quieted once Vern accepts Vern and becomes whole, heals the wounds, brings all the split-off parts back together, and becomes the person I was when I first popped out. My thought is that if I can accomplish this in any small way, perhaps then I will not NEED another person to complete me. Perhaps that marriage of myself to myself is the “real” door into relationships with not only other people, but also with God. If I cannot be at home with Vern, why would I be at home with God or God be at home with me? Why would anyone be at home with me?

Men, in particular, we have this funny thing we do. We wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and then say just really awful things to ourselves. “Man, what an ugly SOB I am....”
Then we do this really weird, strange thing. We turn and look to our partner, and hope to God our partner will see Prince Charming. There is something really wrong with that picture. Do you get it? How is your partner going to see anything different than what you see and project?

Yes, the Prince Charming, the Sleeping Beauty, we each want to be, is INSIDE. It is not something someone can give us. Not even God can give it to us, because God already gave it to us when God created us in God’s image and likeness. It is already there, waiting for us to notice, waiting for us to love, waiting for us to nurture, waiting for us to reconnect to.

You know when I hear that commandment, “Love your neighbor as you love yourself,” I just hope that particular folks don’t get too serious about it because I can tell just by looking at them that I don’t want them to love me the way they love themselves! That’s suppose to be a funny, but this business of loving myself is serious business. There are serious consequences when you start thinking about it. The manner in which I love myself impacts the entire neighborhood.

So when I am out looking for a partner to complete myself, because I do not feel whole, I am only going to find another half person. M-m-m-m. And maybe that is why so many marriages do not work out.

I hope someday, to once again laugh, cry, and hold another human being close to me, someone with whom to take a walk and share the wonders of being alive. So right now, I am working on becoming as whole and as wholey as I can. It is all new for me. It is going to take practice like anything worthwhile. But I am beginning to enjoy, in small increments, a new kind of relationship with myself, with my friends and family, and with God. Loving and being loved is taking on a whole new meaning.

Some time ago, I shared my experience of my relationship with God in the poem, “Sleeping With Jesus.” I love this poem. It makes me laugh and it makes me cry all at the same time. It describes my relationship with God as an experience of wholey-ness. Again, the experience itself, the poem describing the experience, all rush from some place deep inside the silence, the silence of my heart, the silence of my soul, the silence of my room where I write most of my poetry.

So part of “it’s going to take practice” is holding myself to this little question whenever I am feeling particularly needy. I am going to ask myself, “Is this a need that Vern can meet, that you can meet for yourself? And if not, why not? I am going to really challenge myself.

And when I decide to connect with family or friends because I am feeling needy, I am going to watch myself. I am going to remember that wholeness precludes me TAKING from another person. If I am staying focused on wholeness, then when I reach out to another person for love or support, I “need” to remember that I am entering into that relationship to GIVE and to RECEIVE graciously. I am all growed up as the book says (From The Frying Pan To The Jacuzzi, Chaper 5 ), and taking is no longer on the menu.

So the silence of these past many months, the being with and by myself these last eight months, and the elimination of “news” has been a gift, a journey of coming home to myself, perhaps the most newsworthy story of my life. It is being able to look God in the eye and account to God for respecting myself, holding myself accountable and responsible in everything I do. It’s definitely not about perfection, because I am not perfect. I bat about three hundred!

And speaking of perfection. I have literally hated even the word perfection. But after listening to Wayne Dyer on audio for about five years during my walks, I finally got it what he was saying when he equated the biblical verse, “Be as perfect as my heavenly Father is perfect,” with SELF RESPECT. So it is not about following rules, never making a mistake, having to be absolutely sure of every decision I make. It is simply about asking myself, “Is what I am about to do, going to enhance my self respect or not?” Wow, that’s been powerful for me. It’s what made me stop drinking all together. It’s what moved me to finally begin treating my “wife,” with respect, kindness, and the love that I have had for her all these years, even though we are ending our relationship as we have known it. It’s what has moved me to commit totally to my practice of Marriage Family Therapy and to stop looking for a job which leaves me with one foot in and one foot out and totally lacking confidence that I can make it even though I have for the last twenty nine years.

And I am still often shy of self respect, of being as accountable and responsible as I can be. But it is no longer some awful admission. It is just seeing and noticing the places where there is “hole-ness,” where there is no holiness, and where I can begin gently remolding myself, so to speak, the way one does with dough or clay, into wholeness and wholey-ness. I like that word, “shy.” It is an accurate description of holding ourselves back from being who we are, who we are meant to be, of achieving all we can.

I do not want to be responsible for folks losing their jobs and the economy getting any worse than it is already, so I do not want to invite the whole world to stop watching television and listening to the radio. But I do invite you to find your own way of inviting silence into your life. Consider giving up being “shy” rather than giving up parts of yourself. Think about and feel what it might be like to be whole and wholey. Consider enjoying what is really newsworthy in your life and the life of the people you love. Consider bringing at least a conscious semblance of wholeness and wholey-ness to the table in all of your relationships, including the folks with whom you are walking and the folks with whom you are choosing not to walk, and including your relationship with God.

Thanks for reading and please share your thoughts and comments with me and with all of us.

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justom 5 years ago from 41042

Hey Vern, I had to vote this funny for some reason. Your comments about music sounded a lot like my dad. "You call the music?":-P I'm a TV watcher and a news watcher but lately I find myself opting out of conversations where I'm expected to voice my opinion. I've just stood back and looked at how upset folks get about any and everything, I find that silence and peace relaxing. I just look at my friends and smile and I'm not sure what they think because I used to be much more aggressive about my opinions. Calm down, slow your heart rate and don't stress over that which you have 0 control. Good to see you back Vern, my comments always seem to go on and on here/ Take care bro! Peace and Love!! Tom


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Well, Tom, did you pick up the reference to name that tune? "In two notes?" I meant for quite a bit of this hub to be humorous and funny, so I'm glad you rated it as that. I think some parts are hilarious, but maybe also offensive to others, I don't know. But I love to mix humor with the serious.

I feel out of the loop at times because I really don't know if something important is going on, like Kadafi being at our local 7/11, or Liz Taylor checking out without asking my permission let alone not saying good bye to me, But out of the loop or not, I also try to avoid those uptight discussions which, if I am not careful, can get me going and my heart rate as well. Lao Tsu says the wise man is quiet. It's difficult for me to practice at times, but I keep working at it. Like you say, the end result is worth it. Serenity. Thanks for stopping by and reading and commenting. I always look forward to your comments and your hubs.

Peace and Love

Vern


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justom 5 years ago from 41042

Vern, since you didn't know about E. Taylor maybe you didn't hear the hilarious part (IMO). It was stipulated in her will that she be taken late to the service (15 minutes) because she wanted to be late for her own funeral and those wishes were honored! God love her!


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Well, that gives me all kinds of ideas for my own funeral. My question, though, was there anyone there to be late for? It seems that it was pretty secretive, but I suppose there were folks, not like me, who were invited!! Well, I am shooting for at least 100, so I'm not heading out any time soon. How about you, Brother? We need to keep this hubpages thing a tad off balance for as long as we can, you know what I mean?

Peace and Love and LONG LIFE

Vern


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justom 5 years ago from 41042

Yes we do need to keep Hp off balance and I have a hub ready to go to push the envelope. I just want to be sure some of the folks that read my stuff get to read it before the mighty wizard decides it's substandard. Let's do this Vern!! Tom


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Okay, Tom, I'm looking out for it. I have my atomic hubpages telescope pointed in your direction and when I see the hubs flying about in the eastern sky, I will run in here immediately, put on my flack jacket, and get ready to read before the mighty wizard wizzes away your work of art and insanity! Well, at least they won't arrest your family!! Or line you up for the firing squad. I mean they won't, will they? So be careful out there among the English--a line from the great movie, Witness. Looking forward to it, Tom

Peace and Love

Vern


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kimh039 5 years ago

You're so open and vulnerable, Vern. I like the idea of making everyday things newsworthy and making a place for God.

How bout from the jacuzzi to the frying pan? Or back to the frying pan?

Thanks for sharing your thoughts and ideas about silence. I love silence - a bit more than most people are comfortable with sometimes.


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hi Kim

No way am I going back to the Frying Pan!!! Thought of other silly addendum titles, like From the Frying Pan To The Jacuzzi to Tom's House!

I LOVE silence. All kinds of wonderful events occur only in the silence. I spend a lot of time in silence these days, probably less than I imagine, but I could be one of those monks who do not talk! Applied to be a nun, but they would not let me in for some reason!

I am glad you appreciate the openness. I wonder sometimes myself, but I think that is what writing is all about whether in a blog or in fiction or in poetry. It is all a way of being open about who I am.

I thought for sure you would remind me to be shorter and I really could have broken this into two hubs, but when I realized how easy it would be to do, it was after midnight!

THANKS FOR READING AND COMMENTING.

Vern


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FGual 5 years ago from USA

A lot of wisdom and sensitivity here. I've been without a TV for over a year and don't miss it much, since I'm either on the radio or online. Most of all, I am in silence, writing on a journal, or recording my own voice on the cell phone. Noise increasingly bothers me and quiet calms me, wonder if it's just aging.


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hi FGual

I suppose it could be aging or just smart or better wise!

THANKS FOR READING and commenting, FGual. Got my curiosity going here, will have to check out your profile for info about you being on the radio.

TAKE CARE

Vern


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cheaptrick 5 years ago from the bridge of sighs

Hi V,it' been a while."Silence is golden",remember that song?I was drawn more to the depth of this hub than the humor[though parts did make me smile].Tough times for business these days and I've found the silence of meditation to be the most refreshing way out of mental entanglement with the In's and outs of surviving in this economy.Hope your doing well my good friend

Dean


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hey, hello. Good to hear from you, Thanks for reading a lengthy blog and commenting as well. Thanks for seeing the depth in the blog. I enjoy being able to weave the "meat" with the humor and it is awesome when someone acknowledges it.

Economically, my life is a roller coaster, but soulfully, I am overflowing with wealth and happiness. I walked about 18 miles over the last three days and took some incredible pictures of flowers. Lots of flowers in bloom and it is gor, gor gorgeous. I can almost not believe that I can actually get such a buzz taking a picture of flowers, but it is awesome. Today, I asked a gentleman if I could take his picture because he was sitting outside the door of his apartment playing his bass guitar and making some incredible and enjoyable music to fill the air. He said yes. I was thinking of a blog to post so I can post the pictures. Soon, I hope, as I have at least two others on the hopper.

Anywho, I hope all is well with you and all is well with you economically. That is a new photo for you. Threw me off at first. Glad to know you in different forms! Still hope someday we can meet in person.

Take care

Love ya

Vern


Justsilvie 5 years ago

I can always relate to what you write. I realize I actually crave silence lately and even though I am turning the TV on I rarely tune in to it and often the sound is turned to mute.

I will read this again, later. When I write a reply when reading your HUBS, it usually is during the second reading. You always make me think a while first.

At the moment I wish I could write a poem about being terribly happy, and it is funny, my mind is very silent.


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hi Sylvia

So there is your poem, or at least the first line.

My soul,

So very silent,

Till a quiet

Stirring

Flits about my being

Like the first birds of dawn.

The terrible happiness

Now Knocking

Demanding out.

My eyes opening,

The muscles in my face

Gradually spreading like the surf.....

The ending is not appearing!!

Anywho, I always appreciate your reading my hubs and commenting. I have some catching up to do with yours. It is a very busy time for me with all kinds of interesting life happenings occurring. Eventually I will share in my hubs.

Take care

Vern


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Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

Hi vrbmft,

I have only just come accross you on here and this hub is so touching and one that many of us can relate to.

Your photos of th people in your life are beautiful.

I now look forward to reading more of your hubs.

Take care

Eiddwen.


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fucsia 5 years ago

I love silence too. I do not watch television, maybe 10 minutes per day and they seem even too much. In the silence I feel free and my mind can fly in a sky that is created by my fantasy.

"there is plenty of music in the silence of my car and in the silence of my heart and my soul": I very like this phrase. It explains the enormous creativity potential that everyone has inside, in the silence. I have written a page about the relation between silence and word: I think that the silence gives power to our words and can also speak.

Thanks for sharing.

Fucsia


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fucsia 5 years ago

I am returned here just to say you that I put a link on my Hub " The silence in the word" to your Hub. I hope that you do not mind...

Fucsia


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

EIDDWEN

Thank you so much for reading a rather lengthy hub. In the silence of my writing, I sometimes have a difficult time finding a shorter frame! I am thrilled you enjoyed the photos. I get a big charge out of taking photographs and posting them here as part of my stories.

Thanks again

Vern

FUCSIA

I really appreciate any links to my hubs. It is one way we support each other here on hubpages. I am so touched that you got so much out of the hub. Thank you for reading. It is long but I enjoy reading it myself, so I can only hope the length will not deter others. I am looking forward to reading your hubs as well. Thanks again

Vern


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earthbound1974 5 years ago from Bicol, Philippines

This is a book-in-the-making Mr. Vern. Or a book 2 on your fun-filled book. Oftentimes, we always miss the silence amid the usual noises of our lives. Those photos are really newsworthy and the 'silence' it enthrall to leave us reflections/lessons in life.

Thanks for sharing!


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Thanks for enjoying this hub, earthbound1974. I was just this morning reflecting on the themes thruout this hub, forgetting that I had put them all down in hubform. I was actually looking up another hub, entitled, When Relationships End, to do some reflecting on my journey since writing that particular hub when I came across your comment. I love writing and I enjoy when others enjoy my writing, and afterall, it's never ours to begin with, so I enjoy being the fingers through which the creative spirit works and I enjoy all the kudo's that come with that humility!!!

Thanks

Vern

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