Chaos and Destruction #100sharesproject 53/100

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“A fractal…something considered simple and orderly that is actually composed of repeated patterns no matter how magnified.  A fractal is almost infinitely complex.  I love fractals, so I put them everywhere.”
 
“Looks like a mess to me,” muttered Mack under his breath.
 
Sarayu stopped and turned to Mack, her face glorious.  “Mack!  Thank you!  What a wonderful compliment!”  She looked around the garden.  “That is exactly what this is — a mess.  But,” she looked back and Mack and beamed, “it’s still a fractal, too.”
 
~ William P. Young, The Shack
Friday 10 June 2016
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There comes a point in cleaning out a closet where there is more mess than order.  There are giveaway piles and trash piles and I-want-to-keep piles.  Stuff is everywhere.  And there may not even be a plan or path towards recreating order.
Part of soul care is like cleaning out a closet.  We have to deconstruct the old system/way to make space for the new.   We realize that old patterns and judgements no longer serve us.  We may even find that there are people and constructs that need to be explored.
We become dissatisfied or something falls apart.  Take heart!  This is where the work of transformation begins.
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When we can be open-hearted with life’s cycles and lessons, we can change our relationship with chaos.  Some of our deepest personal growth happens when everything is a mess.   When we recognize that chaos is simply part of a cycle and that eventually it will all come full circle to renewal and a new beginning.
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BE in your life,
Betsy
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  • Kathy Mercure

    🙂 So true. I think I read somewhere that Chaos is the birthplace of creation.

  • yes y es …. the deconstruction before the reconstruction … I didn’t think I would survive. It was wandering, wandering, wandering through the rubble and I didn’t know where to start. I don’t even know that it has been reconstruction. I started over. started anew. NEW construction.