We can’t find our path without getting messy.
Messy comes with the territory. We came in messy. We learn messy.
We love messy. We grow messy.
I never found my way to clarity without first befriending confusion,
in all its chaotic forms. I never found a path that felt like home before falling into quick-sand.
I never established a new way of being without trying the wrong way of being on for size.
I never found the light without stumbling around in the dark.
Not that all messiness is good messiness, but some of it is.
In the heart of the chaos, is the clay that shapes us home. Chaotic Magnificence!