Quote: “One must feel chaos within to give birth to a dancing star.”— Frederic Nietzsche
Thoughts: Recently a friend and I were discussing something and I mentioned forgetting to do something. She offered that I might put it in my blackberry to remember, and that sparked a comment from me that I’m not as organized in the last 2 months or so as I usually am.
What? Me? Not organized???!
This is unheard of!
But True nonetheless.
Of late the universe has been teaching me a splendid lesson. How to be okay – no, not just okay- but to embrace making A Marvelous Mess!
Things happen. Life happens.
Sometimes things don’t go the way we plan.
Sometimes on the way to Vision, Purpose, Bliss and Excellence things must be Messy.
Look at the caterpillar as it becomes a butterfly. Transformation is Messy.
Look at the Sacred act of Sex. Places of Bliss are Messy.
Look at the Potter’s hands. Creativity is Messy.
Look at the Birthing room. Creation is Messy.
Look at the act of Sacrifice. Surrender is Messy.
Don’t misunderstand me here. I’m not advocating a lifestyle devoid of structure, devoid of organization and eschewing the idea of “everything in it’s place”. Heaven forbid!
I am suggesting that there is a value in learning that there is a time and place for everything, including Chaos.
The place of beginnings – for the Earth was created out of it. Chaos can be scary, challenging and oh so sacred. The wonder of the loss of control, of letting go. We want to believe that this will look beautiful and ordered, we desire a pristine awe. It reminds me of an profound experience my Beloved and I went through at one time. I thought the exercise would be lovely, a graceful giving over. Instead it was tears, and runny noses, and screaming and crying. Face distorted, clinging and inarticulate. It was … I was – A Marvelous Mess.
The last two months have been a deepening of that understanding. An internalization that is not situational. Looking at the daily messes…the unfinished email…the paints and brushes all over whilst creating a piece of art…the unmade and tousled bed…a counter strewn with various vegetables and fruit in some state of being prepared…the odd mixture of “greens” and “browns” tossed into the compost bin. As I neaten, tidy, or sometimes leave it until later…it occurs to me -All of it messy, all of it incomplete – and yet perfect in it’s own way.
Perfect in that the Mess is a Vital part of the process.
Have you ever attempted to clean without making a mess? It’s nearly impossible. It’s necessary to unearth and pull up the things that are hidden and often forgotten. On some level we know this will happen, this is why we dread spring cleaning, or cleaning the garage, refrigerator or attic. It’s messy. And yet afterward we have the well ordered space that we desired.
If we recoil from the messiness that the cleaning takes we may never start. Instead we don our cleaning clothes, turn on some good music and get busy making our Mess. From Chaos springs forth Order. I encourage you to spend time making a mess. Get your hands dirty. Pay attention to the naturally occurring messes all around you.
How do you respond? What do they bring up? Can we find a way to enjoy the mess – in the Now – as opposed to worrying about the clean up? Can we see the Beauty in the Mess? Can we honor the Sacredness of the disorder? Can we Marvel at the Mess?
In Laughter, Love, and Lustiness,