March 01-B, 2023

I think things do not ever settle
into how they are going to be.

Never settling is as settled as it gets.

Something is always happening.

Circumstances beget circumstances,
and things go to hell again.

Another war comes along.
Another pandemic strikes.
Floods and droughts
chase each other throughout eternity.
The latest incarnation of the U.S. Cavalry
is always riding over the hill
into the Indian village below,
disrupting,
destroying,
laying waste...

And we have to pick ourselves up again,
and put things in some semblance of order again,
until the next thing rises up
to smash down.

It is the way.
And the way to deal with the way
is to not have much 
in the way
of a way,
and to find ways
of making out 
as best we can
while staying out of the way,
as much as possible.

It helps to sit loose in the saddle
and be light on our feet,
and fine with things 
being not fine at all.

Congenial, 
convivial,
amiable,
hospitable,
you know,
like that.

The more we have to have things
the way we want them to be,
the more often we find ourselves
stunned and astounded
at the mess something just made
of our life.

The less we need to get by,
the better our chances of getting by,
or as Jesus liked to say,
"Let the day's own trouble
be sufficient for the day."

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