Sometimes you find a place that just seems to fit your heart. I recently spent a few days in the area of Creede, Colorado, a place that one of my best friends in the world told me about. 

As I drove into the mountain pass, the scenery took my breath away. I saw the rise of the snow capped peaks, and knew instinctively, that I’d found my place. A writer needs a place to create, to write the next book, to sit in solitude with or without a journal and think. 

I sat on the front porch overlooking the San Juans intending to edit my next book, but instead, I just contemplated life, love, and all of the most important things about life. We swam in the stream, tossed rocks, hiked a mountain. 

Everyone needs a place to rejuvenate, and escape. 

Where is your special place?


“The broken lights were a warning, you got inside my head, I did my best to be guarded, but I was an open book instead.”


Those lyrics are the lines to one of my favorite songs. It’s a reminder that in all of life and trouble, there are broken lights on the freeway. You spot them, sometimes at the last moment, but they are there.

Do you remember a time in your life when you saw the warning sign, or perhaps felt the twinge of resistance, yet you forged on instead only to experience a dead end? 

Maybe it was a relationship, or a career, or some other open door you knew you shouldn’t enter. Sometimes it takes years, before you can see clearly.

There are moments when the allure of the path not taken, and the expectation of success, seems exciting, but what if we let go of the expectation in favor of now?

I personally am thankful for the warning lights on the freeway, and even more so when I take the detour. Sometimes it’s a warning in someone else’s life that we need to pay attention to, and at other moments it’s in our own. I don’t like to learn the hard way, but why does it seem as if that’s the way it often is?

A friend said today; “I just want to hang on to my thankfulness. I remember the day I had quarters in my pocket for coffee, and that’s it. I am thankful for even that. Thankful that when I was homeless God brought me through.”

He’d survived a lot, like we all have, and there is joy, and true freedom in that.

Happy Independence weekend, friends.

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