WHERE HAS MY HEAD BEEN FOR THE PAST WHILE?
I've been blogging about silly, inconsequential things like the Iraq and Afghanistan wars, the U.S. and Canada elections, beheadings, American war resisters and the Far Right.I've been talking about the overall disorganized chaos on the planet and ignoring the organized chaos that's right in front of my nose, in my own life -- the kind that's my haven for sanity.
Chaos is chaos, you say? By definition, chaos IS disorganization, nothing else? I beg to differ.
The worst kind of chaos is the disorganized kind brought about by others that we really DON'T have any control over.
But there's another kind -- the "organized" kind -- that we all have lying around us on our messy desks, in our messy bedroom closets, in virtually ever facet of our messy lives.
The great thing about this organized chaos is it's all on ME. It's mine to control or, if I want, not control. It's mine to clean up (which I'm doing today) or, if I want, to leave just as it is.
It's my whatever number of square feet and no one else's. It's like a hot bath, my first cup of coffee in the morning, it's my soup for my soul, it's my trademark environment.
AND HERE'S SOME OF WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.