When everything feels too broken to fix, too knotted to untangle, too unraveled to rewind - at that crossover where we can diverge, choose another calmer way. A spark of impulse, clarity for a moment and then - the maze returns. I have been in this space, this wavy ocean abyss where on the macro level all feels beyond comprehension - the opposing realities in which our world seems to exist - the utter inhumainty that seems to pervade humanity, opposing the underlying desire to create connection, harmony and community. On the microlevel, I see the madness of the world in our own lives, the way it takes such continuous care to not default into destructive or at the least, careless ways of communicating and seeing ourselves and each other.

On the morning of the election, in my newly more-consistently practiced meditation, I saw a bouy bobbing wildly on the waves, tethered to a deeply-sited anchor. The message, the spark of change - move with the waves, the tumult and all-overness of them, and know the anchor remains rooted in the far beneath the chaos in a conviction, a current of kindness capable of keeping us connected with ourselves and each other. I keep returning to this, despite getting lost in the maze over and over. The anchor, to keep choosing to breathe and create gratitude inside and underneath the insanity of it all. 

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