There isn’t much sanity to be found these days.

It feels ambiguous and uncertain and mostly insane.

I mean, we’re fighting a fight about black lives that isn’t really about black lives at all.  It’s about communism and power and politics.  Yet it’s called Black Lives Matter…make sense to you?  Me neither.

We’re battling a virus that has no boundaries.  Literally no boundaries.  No one is safe.  Everyone is a potential breeding ground.  Scientists and doctors seem just as confused as the general public.  One minute they’re spouting this idea.  The next minute it’s that one.  One minute the under 60 crowd are safe.  The next minute the under 60 crowd better be afraid.  It’s all controversial.

News is fake.  Fake, fake, fake.  Well, in all fairness, maybe fake isn’t the right word, but completely biased right down to the headlines and the tricky words they use to subtlety influence viewers.  It’s kind of disgusting.  Propaganda at its worst.  Vulnerable people.  Bad mix.

Most of the time, I’m just tired.  I’m tired of defending my life choices.  I’m tired of listening to the continual whine of self-destructive criticism and denial of responsibility.  I’m tired of the ebb and flow of fear and recklessness.  I’m just tired.

So I mostly do the only thing I can think to do.  I head outdoors.

Nature has an inconsistent beat.  One minute it’s sunny.  The next minute a storm rolls in.  One minute it’s quiet and you can hear the breeze on the grass.  The next minute a flock of gulls passes over interrupting the still air.  But regardless of what jagged path nature takes in its forward progression, there’s always something worth looking for (the idea of there being a silver lining in every cloud, right?)  Sometimes it’s the rainbow after the storm; sometimes it’s the smell of rain.  Somehow this inconsistency, this jagged path makes sense.  In a world that doesn’t make sense at all, this somehow does.

So, at least for today, I find sense in what doesn’t make sense…and I’m good with that.