I live between two mountains, north and south. As the sun sets, it lights up the top of the northern mountain. Every day I walk the long driveway to the mailbox to get my mail. When I turn around and walk back to the house, the sunlit mountain is in front of me. The view often gives me a mixed feeling of comfort and longing. I’m grateful for that mountain and I’m grateful for the light too. But I’m also grateful for the longing… for something more… something worth searching out and believing in even if I don’t see or experience it now.
That kind of believing is not hard for Acorn. Believing in goodness and possibility is like breathing to him. He’s rarely rocked by difficult circumstances or things happening around him. He keeps it simple and hopeful, moment by moment.
I’m trying to be more like Acorn.