Memento Moris Redux - Born Still

My last posting seems so oddly prophetic now.  My darling daughter's baby died, just a few days ago.  We still don't know why she died.  There is a photograph, now, of my own daughter, looking very much like the young woman in the previous photo, holding her baby, with that same struck look on her face......

I never hope to see that look again.

Her perfect little girl, perfect except for her very stillness, who had moved inside her just two days before.  Before she became, became still.

Meanderings

I fell into a trance the other day, driving, and imagined my other (real?) (true?) life.  I was living in a dry, hot place, with swept pine floors, the color of dark amber.  On the mantel were shards - of glass, of clay; the shards of glass reflecting colors to the ceiling.   The walls were hung with memento mori......of whom I don't know, children and old ladies.  The curtains were woven of cobwebs and black bombazine.  I wore my long hair up in a pile held together with barkless twigs.  Outside the dusty windows was my garden.  I grew only tumbleweeds.

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The Footsteps of Spring

I remember....

I remember that Spring long ago, holding hands with Sue, under bright dogwoods, breathing her last breaths,

and happy

we lay down in the footsteps of Spring.

snow!!!

Two feet and counting......

Meandering

It's funny where your thoughts take you when you don't even know you're going anywhere.

Last night I woke up to a crash of thunder so loud the whole house shook.  I sat up in bed expecting the sky to turn red with a nuclear flash, and felt a strong twinge in my heart for the little boy in the room next to mine who would never see the rest of the world....
"Its only thunder", said my friend, lying in his own satori next to me.

Later, walking down my road, i saw the sun reflected in the storm-made ponds in the field, and there were gulls around the the puddles, and their sound made me stop and breathe in, and I could almost smell the ocean (small oceans in the corn field) which took me back to so many places......
yesterday I had three (count 'em, three) messages from the past.  A man who I'd travelled with in my youth, another old friend whose wife had died suddenly last week, and a cousin I haven't seen for years. These voices all gave me pause to think about where I am, and where I've been.  A man who hasn't seen me for over 30 years......what do we look like to each other?  A man who's wife was here one day and gone the very next, and she was my same age.  A cousin who has travelled a parallel life to mine, probably the same inside but very different on the outside.  What are we, floating bits of atomic matter, made up of circumstance more than anything else?