Five young mule deer just munched their way across my yard. Four are young bucks with two points on each side. The day is winding down and they are filling their tummies, in no hurry to get anywhere. The aspen leaves above them are yellow and shimmering from a little breeze. The grass is long. I haven’t mowed for just this reason. The animals of the forest need to put on weight to carry them through the winter.
There have been horrendous events this year: fires, floods, and shootings. Still, I have seen moose in the Black Forest, bear in Shenandoah, and I anxiously await the birth of my third grandchild. Despite the incredibly tough moments we go through, life offers incredibly tender moments of joy.
Balance is the only answer to the puzzle we all face. Through the good times and the bad times, the ups and downs, the horrific and the wonderful, we can only hope and strive for harmony to keep us moving forward. We have been given tools to keep our balance; tools such as faith, laughter, love, and camaraderie. The trick is to use them well, and often, and to appreciate our blessings, no matter how small.
The sky is different this time of evening, and yet it is the same sky that greets me each morning. We are the same person every day, and yet each day we grow and change. I am hopeful my maturity is more than just wrinkles. I hope it is balanced with insight and kindness that I can share, smiles that can be passed around from friend to friend, and love to brighten someone’s day.