"If a bird wants to fly free, first it has to release the branch."
"And you're not some kind of serial killer, right?" Smoky Mountain National Park historian Zach Jensen supposed it was a fair question; Kieran Lucas had never seen him before and here he was offering her an overnight stay . . . in the "barely habitable" cabin on the edge of his property. Admittedly Zach was curious, who was this lovely woman, determined to traipse all over the park, resigned to sleeping in her car in order to do it? There had to be a story there.
"These mountains hid countless secrets - what was one more?"
Scrolling back decades earlier to a time when another young woman inhabited a ridge of park property; Rosie McCauley held tightly to her heritage and to her home. Having obtained a rare lease from the national park service, she and her disabled sister would be allowed her to remain on the land for the extent of her lifetime. When a handsome young ornithologist shows up to study area bird life, Benton Fuller's entrance onto the mountain made Rosie wonder if hanging on tightly to the past was worth jeopardizing their future; life in the mountains was hard. Tragically, the decision to "fly free" was made for her.
The connection between these two women? . . . an historical artifact . . . a small stone bird.
Tying the threads between generations often proves difficult at best and impossible at worst. Yet in doing so, this author gives rare glimpses into the complexities of what we might imagine to be a simple life, that was anything but simple. Yet the same God inhabited both, teaching Rosie and Kieran the value of letting go.
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