A New Song

Do the birds know something I don't yet know? I can hear it in their cheerful song. Never missing a sunrise. The opportunity to sing anew; to skip along linked arm in arm with a melody. Not versed in scripture or reading, but need they be? In Psalms we read of new joy coming with…

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My Quiet Place

There’s a place aloft the Colorado National Monument that may as well have a spot carved out, about the width of my jeans.....labeled, “Lakin was here.” In those early days as a single mother, when all that mattered was off on a visit to her dad’s- this is where I landed. In an attempt to…