Chaos intervenes

Chaos has been a guest in my house for a few weeks now, and this card from Carolyn Hillyer's Weaver's Oracle is pretty representative of what she looks like🙂 I feel like a mischievous fairy (a Scottish moor fairy not Tinker Bells) is having a ball speeding up the clock, scattering my laundry, piling plates in the sink, breaking down all my well-organized plans. As for me, human being that I am, I try to limit the damage, to at least pretend to be in control. But why exactly? Do I get a medal if everything goes to plan? What is this relentless voice that demands order? Isn't it the same as the "Don't make noise", "Color in the lines", "Don't run in the hallway", "Eat cleanly" from our childhood spent containing the excess of life that inhabits us all ?

As luck would have it, this period of chaos coincides with a creative abundance that I haven't experienced for a long time. And in these days where all my energy goes to create, manifest, express, I don't have much left to maintain order. And I'm guessing that going against the movement, the mess, life, probably drains most of my creative energy in normal times. As if I had to permanently contain a wild horse within a small box. So yes, of course, I'm not going to let it all go to seed overnight. But if we were to use even half of the energy we use to control our reality in service of our manifestation in the world, what would happen? In the absence of paths devoid of weeds, we would undoubtedly live in abundant gardens, producing enough to meet all our needs ...