Walking the circle of my neighborhood, I'm telling myself that no one promised that my micro and macro world would make any sense. ...that I shouldn't expect calm over chaos, predictability over absurdity, cooperation over conflict. ...that existence itself is no guarantee of food and shelter, much less a guarantee of a reasonable reality. So stop expecting it all to make sense, right? Just stop...and that will fix this feeling?

Two circles in, I take my attention by the hand and turn it to all that is, even without promise: air, health, love, sustenance, safety, community. So much is there yet nothing guaranteed; all is Gift, to be received with a "thank You" of Serenity Prayer on my tongue. There it is—the thing that will break the cycle of circles and get me back on track.

So be it.