Jody’s been dead for three years now, and I miss her so. I would love to have a dear woman as my life partner but that hasn’t happened. I’ve gone on dates but all four of those women said no to a relationship. That makes me sad.
Sometimes I’ve fallen in love with a younger woman, someone in her 20’s or 30’s. I’ve fantasized about making love, and about communion. But what’s life-serving is for that young woman to find a love far closer to her age than me, so they can grow old together.
Beneath the woe of loneliness is a peace, a slow current of life that keeps seeping into me. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve found myself in an altered state of consciousness while driving, walking down the street or just sitting in my man chair. It feels like the depth I sometimes reached in meditation at last fall’s retreat. How strange and marvelous. And I want to sit with my lover and talk about it. Oh well.
It may be that I will never again be in a committed relationship. I may never again make love. It’s amazing to open myself to this possibility … and to get that it’s okay. I feel a happiness that’s deeper than all these thoughts. And I get it: All that matters is the energy I put out in life. It doesn’t matter what comes back.
And yet I still long for relationship. How can the peace and longing happen at the same time? I don’t know. I see myself spooning with the beloved in bed, cuddling on the couch as we watch a popcorn-infused movie. And I smile. Shouldn’t I be sad that this isn’t happening in my current life? Well, I guess, and sometimes I am. But like I said, something way bigger is happening to me. I feel it right now – a quiet energy roaming through my face, a falling of my flesh, a softening of my eyes.
I want to be of sevice, and I often am. Actually, I’m often in communion with the person I’m talking to. Maybe I don’t need the cuddling, just the deep sharing of the eyes. Whether a loved one comes my way or not, there are always the eyes of the next human being to come calling.
The whole lifetime enchilada
2 thoughts on “Alone”
I’m sure you’ll find someone. You’re a wonderfully deep human being.
Thank you, Savannah. I’m happily me and may there be a woman out there who’s happily her.