Life Song
Played a song yesterday for friends of longstanding at the celebration of their fiftieth wedding anniversary. There was a smallish crowd of close friends and family, so I got to play totally acoustic, sitting amongst the guests. As usual, I remember only the mistakes I made, but most everyone seemed happy with the result. So, I’m happy. And now I’m part of another good memory of dear friends, and that feels good, too.
Afterwards, we gathered at their house for drinks and food, and as the feast progressed, we talked and told stories of the old days. And I’m sure the children did as children do; they wandered around the house wondering about all the old people gathered at the home of their aunt and uncle. It was a sweet time and reminded me of my childhood and the visits to San Antonio and the gatherings of cousins, aunts and uncles, and friends, most of whom are still part of my life.
And now here I am on a Sunday morning, alone but not lonely, drinking my coffee and watching the day get started. Yesterday, the heifers and their calves were in the pasture close to my fence. But today they’re gone. Later today, friends will stop by with a book for me, and I’ll go hear a friend play music, and all those little notes will be part of the continuing song of my life. Harmonious for the moment, and peaceful.