Praise the sun hovering on the horizon lighting our steps as we wander toward the water's edge, further out than it's meant to be.
Praise those holding vigil at our beloved Great Salt Lake.
Praise this silent honoring.
Praise the memories of my sweet mom that come to me each time I think of the lake and its cycles of life and death.
Praise the words of Terry Tempest Williams that will always be the strongest thread between my mom and myself.
Praise the book, now shelved in my home, worn pages which have been held by both her hands and mine.
Praise the quote written in her tiny penmanship “hope is the thing with feathers”
written on a sticky note and tucked inside the pages of Refuge.
Praise the faded highlights of some of her favorite passages.
Praise the way I can still find her in those faded pages.
Praise the sun setting across the lake that lasted for nearly an hour.
Praise the light that shifts and changes,
and the perspective that gives us permission to do the same.

Born and raised near Great Salt Lake, Tiffany is Rena’s daughter. The copy of Refuge Rena left for Tiffany has her hand-written notes in the margins.