THE OLDEST MAN ALIVE JOURNAL

This Hub is a series which you can follow like a daily journal. I will probably not have time to write in this journal every day, but perhaps, at least several times a week. I am not sure of the mechanics of it yet, whether to post a completely new hub each day or to keep adding to this one. I will figure that out later. Suffice to begin this new project, which I hope brings inspiration to you, especially to men. I hope it is a nudge or urge to grow love in your own garden. As men, we tend to experience love as a capturing and an enslaving of the person we love. We control and eventually suffocate this precious other. And all of that is about our own brokenness. Has absolutely nothing to do with the person we say we love. NOTHING. Except that perhaps he or she was broken enough to go along with our sick program! Sorry!

ENJOY and start writing your own love letters.


The Oldest Man Alive

So they asked him, "What is your secret? What makes it possible for you to live to such a ripe old age?"

He just sat there for the longest time. He loved to do that in interviews. It drove the reporters nuts. Besides being a lover, he was also a guy, in other words, a control freak!

He finally looked up and answered their question.

"You know, I heard that French woman, who lived to be almost 118, tell you guys that she stopped smoking when she was ninety-seven! I thought that was hysterical.

Yeah, so what is my secret? What has kept me alive all these years? Well, that's pretty simple. LOVE. And to keep that love alive in my soul, I write a love letter every day to the woman of my dreams."

"Who is she?" they pushed him.

"Why do you ask such stupid questions? You gotta know who she is for crying out loud."

"Is she still alive?"

"Another stupid question. Are any of you reporter types intelligent? At all? Come on, of course she is alive. How or why would I write her every day if she were not alive? Soulmates never die. You live on each other's hearts, forever. And no matter where you might be living physically, you need to talk to each other every day, in here." And he tapped his heart. "Now, I've told you enough. Leave me be. I have a letter to write.

DEAR BETH

How I miss you, sweets! But when I go inside, deep inside, the yearning fades, as inside, I can feel you once again next to me. I am so blessed having you as my soulmate. And I am so grateful for each and every moment we have together. Yes, I am too vividly aware that the last time we were physically together was a long long time ago. At least it seems so. But when I come back inside here, into my soul, there is no time. It is all a big NOW.

I was thinking back today to the first time we met. Do you remember? I saw you as a pretty woman, but never imagined anything more than that. Yes, men are thick! I remember you telling me how you layed claim to me almost from the beginning. Women! What do you women folk call that? Nesting? Well, I guess you nested me well, although I don't think I ever became the listener you deserved me to be. Perhaps, as men, our hearing is not only selective, but perhaps on an evolutionary level, tuned only to the sounds of wild and attacking animals. And so I finally noticed you when you became wild and attacking! I loved pretending I was fighting you off. I know it is supposed to be the other way around, but I so enjoyed falling prey to your attacks!

I continue to feel driven to write to you.  And I will continue to do so in honor of who you are in my life. I have no idea, at this ripe, very ripe age, why I am still here, but I will always remember the day I became alive, perhaps for the first time, and it was the day I realized you love me, and I could no longer dismiss my soul's yearing for its mate. I dont know why it took me so long to know that I love you. Yes, as men, we are very slow, sometimes too slow, sometimes slow to our own detriment. I cringe when I think I could have passed you by or let you go.

As men, we are kind of handicapped. You know that, don't you? Yes, of course you do. We sit on the outside of our gardens, thinking that garden work is for women. And our souls lay dormant, unsown, or worse, dead. Nothing gets planted, nothing has a chance to bloom. Whatever ravaged our gardens as little boys, the destruction remains. How sad. How tragic or worse, pathetic.

I will always treasure the day, you opened the gate to my garden, and you tenderly, but nevertheless insistantly motioned me to enter and to begin taking care of my garden. Do you remember that day? And to this day, every day, I go into my garden and care for my soul. I do the "work."

Yes, I still get on my hands and knees.  I still dig in the dirt. And when I do, I always notice you right there next to me.

I will write you tomorrow, sweets. I love you dearly. I miss you so. I had French Toast for breakfast. The syrup reminded me of your lips.

As always

Your soulmate

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Comments 8 comments

terri  5 years ago

The old mans journal made me sad as well as happy that he knew what was life giving. i know that for me what we truly want is to love and be loved..For certain God gives me what I need but I have learned there is a big difference between what I need and what I want! So the quest for finding what the Old man finds to sustain his his world. Thank you I enjoyed the blog...


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hi Terri

Thanks for being a fan and stopping by here so often. I dread looking at the poossible difference between what I need and want in relationship to God. I mean God knows that what I want is really what I need, right? Probably not! Vern's spirituality and spirituality probably are not quite lined up. The narcissism gets in the way a little!!

Well, thanks again for stopping by, reading, and commenting. See you again

Vern


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justom 5 years ago from 41042

Whatever helps the old dude through it is cool but I don't know about that soulmate stuff, seems dangerous!! Peace!! Tom


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Hey Tom, thanks for stopping by and reading. Thomas Moore has written an interesting book on Soul Mates. I bought it many years ago and enjoyed reading all he had to say about the soul, but wasn't convinced then that there was such a thing as soul mates. Thought it was highly overrated along with "chemistry," and compatibility. So much of love involves decision, to the degree that someone coined a phrase, LOVE IS A DECISION (not a feeling). My first wife used to tell me when I complained that there was not enuf lovemaking in our relationship, "I make love to you every time I pick up your dirty socks which I have asked you to do a thousand times." So I got with the program. Figured she didn't have sock fetish, so I better shape up!

I have to say, in recent times, I have experienced a kind of "phenomenon" which I don't know how else to describe and it fits the definition in Thomas Moore's book. "A soul mate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communicating and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace." And he goes on to say that you can have soul mates in lots of different relationships, not just in romantic relationships. I have become keenly aware of the importance of love in my life more so recently, and the idea popped into my head that love as well as anything could give us a long life. Although, I hear lots of people saying these days that they do not want to live a long life. I am 65 and not interested in the prospect that I might only have twenty years left, so I am aiming much much higher and if Love is the "food" that will allow me to live and write all that is in my heart and soul, then I'm going for it! So I thought of this fictional but real old man, maybe he already lives inside of me, who continues to nourish his soul and his love every day by writing a love letter.

Sometimes, my "love" life feels dangerous, but only because so much of it is unfamiliar to me. It's new to me to open myself up to being loved and then stepping up to the plate and being held accountable for my love for the special people in my life.

What all did I just say?!! Anywho, Tom, wonderful to chat with you again.

Peace (and love!)

Vern


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justom 5 years ago from 41042

I agree with you Vern, it's not just about the love of a woman (but that ain't bad either), I've found myself feeling more love the older I get (ha, I'm only 61) and it's more about feeling the peacefulness of life that goes along with it. It's easy and I don't understand why more folks won't give it a try. Have you checked out that John Prine tune I mentioned a while back? It's called "Hello in There" and is possibly the best song I've ever heard about getting old. I know you'd love it. Always good talking with you Vern. Peace!! (and love) Tom


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

I did check out the song, and I will have to go back and relisten again. Yes, to have a woman who is your soul mate and to also be together is pretty awesome. It gets really complicated when you're soulmates and the relationship is limited by life circumstances. That is also dangerous!! Thanks for stopping back by. Love it!

Peace, Tom

Vern


Justsilvie 5 years ago

Have to check out the next part! Right to the heart!


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vrbmft 5 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Thanks for reading, even in the midst of your aching heart. I so appreciate your journey.

And I will continue to post the journal, perhaps not daily, but when the heart moves.

Vern

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