About My Memoir<\/p>\n
In a time of butterflies
\nand bluebirds, when the moon sifts
\nthe dark sands of the night,
\nand the sun simmers
\nin the sky\u2019s hot hand, I dream
\nof cool sheets, the soft sigh
\nof a black kitten warm in my arms,
\nand time to listen
\nfor the wisdom hiding beneath
\nthe blue waters of silence.
\nThere is so much to unlearn
\nin this world, a daily practice
\nas daring as the desire
\nto untangle the milky lace
\nof a meadow parsnip.
\nThe greatest gift I give
\nto myself is to live each day
\nas if I have no past\u2014
\nthat musty book of names
\nand dates begging to be buried,
\na burden I no longer carry.
\nThis morning, in the darkness
\nbefore dawn, a rowdy congregation
\nof Canada geese honked
\nacross the house, turning
\nevery furry head in the room.
\nLet it be said that I lived my life
\nin the moment with no regrets,
\nlight as the wind-flutter
\nof a butterfly or a bluebird,
\nmy wings cluttered
\nwith nothing but love
\nand the golden shimmer-dust
\nof the sun.<\/p>\n
–Laura Stamps<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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