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by VAC » Thu Feb 07, 2019 8:03 am
Hello,
Hard and strange thoughts this week. In my mind's eye I run to many places; the gypsy part of me that could never keep still for long.
I am, though, bound by love more precious to me than the urge to flee when pressure pins me down.
Laughing.
I look in the mirror and the damaged and selfish young restless wanderer does not look back, but an old man with the wisdom to know the difference between reality present and whirlwind past. It is so senseless to even ponder such things; I very seldom drive alone these days.
I am pressed right now with the lives of two couples who are hurtling senselessly towards divorce: no abuse, no adultery, no willingness to work things out. Lies which justifie doing what one knows is wrong, lies which blind their devotees to the future damage.
There are times I do meddle and want to so badly, just to try and rescue, but we will see.
I honestly guess I never thought my wife and I would grow old: I am quite offended with age. My hair turned white in my thirties and I never dyed it. I was strong and in the sun as much as possible.
I would say to each of you that are married, to truly try to appreciate each moment you and yours have together: forgive quickly and do your best to give love and bring healing to each other. Do not speak harshly to one another; do no raise your voice; let there be grace and dignity in your dealings with one another. Do not make the one who loves you pay for what others have done.
To the divorced, widowed, single: make it a habit to remember the good things about the people you have loved. I realize the only good thing for many of you is that you are free from them, but remember the good times nevertheless.
There are images imprinted in my forever being about my wife. I have a wonderful portrait of her hanging in my private room done just before we began to date. It is most probably my most treasured possession. I remember the way she looked at me when we were young: twice I had a day off from my hectic schedule, got off work and drove 1000 miles all night long, just to see her open the door and breath the same air she breathed for a few hours, then drive back for work the next morning. I was 28.
She was and is so beautiful both inside and out; she fills my life with grace and exotic presence. She still plays and sings for pleasure. She is smart and level-headed.
How I would love to be able to snatch her up and get into a car fast enough to flee time, to drive fast enough to go back in time. She has endured very much for my sake, been disinherited, had her health and heart broken.
She loves me.
I am connected to her soul and hers to mine.
God knows I have been and am loved.
VAC