I prefer chaos to the hell of order.
Paraphrasing the late, Polish poet, Wyslawa Szymborska, I want to cast my vote for the messiness of chaos.
Chaos is a twenty-year-old Stanford student ringing your doorbell at 8:30 p.m. on a Tuesday evening, with her suitcase and duffel bag and all the earthly belongings she will require for a summer in Denver to give up her time and passionate energy to work on the Obama campaign. I was not quite expecting her.
"Hi, I'm Ashley." I was so flustered I forgot to tell her my name. Two hours later she found the courage to ask, with polite patience, "and what do I call you?" Ooops.
In all the commotion of planning a quick visit to our local high school by the First Lady, Michelle Obama, and training a few hundred new summer volunteers, and having a wingding weekend for voter registration at the PrideFest and Juneteenth events this past weekend, Ashley's arrival was only rumored, never confirmed. Chaos. But such good chaos.
Ashley (or is it Ashleigh, I don't yet even know her last name!) will be living with us this summer while she gives her time to the campaign. What a privilege for us to participate in this way. And what fun to have another kid in the house.
Chaos brings surprise, change, new ideas, fresh and promising possibilities to our world. We roll with it. That is what we do. And I believe that is what the divine does with the universe. Rolls it. And rolls with it.
I can't wait to see what happens next. In fact, that's life, waiting for what happens next.
Gotta go buy new sheets. Ciao for now.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
I don't recommend getting hit in the head but it worked for me. Seriously. That's how the light got in. Don't bother looking up Clary, Colorado. I invented it, but not its view: a sweep of Rocky Mountains from Long's Peak to Pikes Peak, a good hundred miles. It's that long view, the big sky, and a hot winter sun that keeps me rooted. I'm writing about Chaos, in Theory. It is about getting hit in the head and having your perfect offering broken in bits and then, crack, that's how the light gets in. I hope you find here crackpot notions that stimulate your own thinking and gracious, creative response to the world's chaos. Chaos is great, in theory. Living with it, not so much. Let's talk about how to be creative, gracious and constructive humans. As you can see, this blog has morphed. Even as that funky palm tree in Poland still makes me smile, there is more weird stuff to talk about. More places to embrace the chaos and let it teach us. So. Welcome to the new and cracked open Palm Tree in Poland.