This summer has not been about balance. It has been about big losses and big gains, about goodbyes and to short hellos, about reconsidering plans and attachments. Balance is a precarious thing to hold onto. I think we humans tend to think of it as a state that we will reach and remain in some day. It is not. Any gust of wind, rumble, clumsy human could come along and knock this pumice off its perch. Our own balance is just as precarious. What the pumice knows that we forget is that it will regain its balance when it quits falling. It will be in a new spot, a new position, but it will have regained its poise once again.