I used to see disorganization as chaos. Then I read somewhere that the beginning of all creation is chaos, and creation is art.
Now I use what I see around me to give me information, reframe my perspective, turn things around, and often, to create something new.
Jumping around in what I read or what I do is no longer, “Oh gees, am I ADD?” It’s a way to do a lot of things, multi-task or what have you, complete one or two items on my “To Do” List, and be open for what’s to come.
It’s using all of me to create my life. I know I’ve chosen to do as much as I can–a little each day if possible–to shift through the piles and ideas, to toss things out into the vast oasis of the present moment.
HUNA JEDI RULE #1: Now is the moment of power.
I would love to hire an organizer and get it all taken care of. But as I look around the room I’m in now, I see a life in progress: a laundry basket, a bag of clothes to be thrown out or contributed to Goodwill, a treasure chest, and a hatbox full of remarkable objects, both natural and handmade.
I do love open space–it allows me room for swashbuckling and other reminders of what I’m all about–writing vividly.
I would like one house that is a work of art: pristine and open with large bay windows looking out on the world. However, this house could not be in the Antarctic. It might be on beachfront, riverside or lakeside. It would have a few stunning sculptures as well as plants, just a few though, to preserve it’s openness. It would be like a meditation: clear, a deep silence about it, profoundly peaceful. It would be a house filled with Reiki and the delight of enchanted nature: probably a few large crystals and gemstones (unusual ones though like Aragonite Star Clusters, Mookite, or Aquatine Lemurian Jade).
This home would allow nature in. (I’m getting that nature can be chaotic; it is not all pristine.) Ahh. This home is for play, and play often needs large open space to it, so one can roam, or move expressively, or give some sort of theatrical performance.
Perhaps this is a home that’s more like a giant theater or cathedral. Is that possible? I suppose it could be if I regard this home as a sort of second one. (Of course, I wonder now, is this a kind of workplace or workspace?)
This home might allow nature in simply by being in a natural area where I might see Great Blue Heron or a place like the Everglades full of mystery and mist, and curling, weaving growth (but not too crowded together so as to allow its sense of infinity and spaciousness).
See what you think. What am I going for here? Is it a real home of wood, mortar and stone? Or is it a place to go to for alone time–like a starship above a forest but inside me, a heart(h) place?
HUNA JEDI RULE #2: This is a place4us, a place of Aloha
I don’t know about you, but I feel much better about myself in this whole escapade, and I feel more like I’m accomplishing much more than I thought I could. I might go write an adventure now or a romping dance revue. Certainly I can go go go about my busy day!
A couple links for you:
placeoffulfillmentfunfaerie-finefeelings… kid friendly (but you know those mischief makers)
Enjoy 2010 the Space Odyssey (it’s got the same numbers as the 2001 version for you note takers).
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