Moments frozen in my dreams last night had me back on
University Lake in the canoe that brought calm to my life in
college. My path was down Duplanier Bayou, portage across Stanford
Ave, and finally slide as one into the water, and wait. I was a silent
visitor waiting to be brushed by the moons glow. Many nights I’d follow
her path to the lakes western edge, past old cypress trees, to where I could
see the lights of my church, and be washed in childhood memories and family
love. My solo canoe outings taught me the necessity for still moments in
lives that become driven by the fear of missing any or all of it. Today,
take time to be still.
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