It has been six weeks since my fiftieth high school reunion.
I had the pleasure of staying a day with friends in the small town of Floresville,Texas about 30 miles southeast of San Antonio.
Bonnie and I were buddies our Senior year, eating lunch together almost every day, along with Claudia, another friend. We were, all three from military families, bonding over our newness at a school, where many had known each other most of their lives.
Social media reconnected us several years ago. Facebook it is good in that respect. When Bonnie and Charlie invited me to stay at their home, reunion weekend I enthusiastically accepted.
The Sunday morning after the reunion was a stellar early autumn day. We leisurely drank coffee outside under the trees and after breakfast later, went into the picturesque country town to visit a Nursery. Looking at plants, is always a favorite pastime of mine made even more enjoyable with friends.
The quiet, small town America I visited that day was brought to its knees yesterday, as a gunman murdered over two dozen people in a little Baptist church in the next community over. Two people among those who lost their lives were the people I met at the nursery-kind, pleasant good people.
When I read the message from Bonnie this morning, letting me know this, I was reminded of how fragile life is and how interwoven our lives can be. I recalled a Buddhist parable titled Indra's Web,which I read long ago. It speaks about the interconnectedness of us all.
The universal "we" of mankind made even more clear this morning in the aftermath in a small Texas town.
© Nancilynn Saylor
6 November 2017
"Your hair is like mums,"
Words murmured fifty years past
Today, mums remind.
15 October 2017
Each one called the other,
Now won't speak
one to another
Far beyond, an angel's tears
for brothers both held so dear
Mother's counsel goes unheeding
Stubbornness from both, stampeding
She turns off her light while grieving
I heard it snowed today again in Denver
all the ground looks like a frosty, winter wonderland
Here in Texas it has been another a muggy day
why we aren’t getting rain I can’t quite understand
Storm clouds are moving up now from the coastline
they spread and shroud the Monday morning sky
The pressure in the air is heavy as a stone
We’ll be getting 5 inches later, forecasts say
Sometimes I get wistful when I hear about the snowfall
I think back to other springs in several lifetimes past
I see young boys in snowsuits bundled up against the cold
and smile at the brief memories but the visuals don’t last
I am glad they got the snow today in Denver
I hope we’ll see the promised rain before the morning light
Today, I’ll celebrate my loved ones 71st birthday
It’s a good enough life Romeo, I wish you peaceful dreams tonight .
The breeze suddenly shifted,
the temps drift downward…
Romeo lugs the citrus trees back in the house
after the young tomato transplants
Austin, Texas weather…
The gardeners challenge- 2014!
Pot of pintos on the stove with ham hock…
we’ll have cheese biscuits later, too.
Reminds me of my eldest son…
“What’s for dinner Mom? I’ll come make you a fire this afternoon”.
He loathed the cold…but loved fires.
I miss him today-
I won’t have that fire
His memory is warm and safe in
It’s a great day to stay inside and write.