Am Trying to Make Sense

There are mornings when life feels like a twisted plan—an overwhelming current and waves of fast-shifting worries and events. And I feel like a victim, tossed back and forth, under and above, helpless and disillusioned, until I regain my calm, and realize that I am the river, and I am drowning me. Then I am reminded that only when I am rooted and loved will I find a bit of meaning and unspeakable peace in the swirl of randomness unfolding before my eyes.