By Carrie Jacobson

Sometimes at this time of year, I find myself confused – about what time of year it is. Is it autumn? Is it early spring? The earth looks so much the same. The trees are bare, the ground is hard, the only color is in the sky.

Last night, I watched a TV show about the migration of monarch butterflies. On wings 4 inches wide, they fly from Canada to Mexico, a journey they’ve never made before, never been taught, never learned –  they just know.

There are so many miracles.

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