Driving through northeast New Mexico, I try to notice as much of my beautiful, natural surroundings as possible. In among the huge pines and periodic deciduous trees with golden and red leaves, I see the remains of vast, tragic forest fires.
While I am saddened by the thousands of acres of destruction, I find myself urgently seeking any sign of new life. Perhaps as a reward for my perseverance, growth is easily found because it’s everywhere around me. Among the charred stumps are brave little trees and shrubs pushing up their tiny heads to find life-giving sunshine. Squirrels appear, if only rarely. And the sky is sapphire blue, punctuated by soaring birds.
And so it seems that life defined by loss or sorrow can always be brightened. As lives are lost, we can celebrate new arrivals to our world. When we see natural disasters, we also often see acts of kindness, generosity and selfless acts.
Because my glass is always half-full, I find it obligatory to identify reasons for hope and joy in all situations. For those who find this tedious you must find some form of solace in doom and desperation. But for those who realize the type of healing that I do in the deepest of wounds, join me in the celebration of good always triumphing over evil. Shalom.
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