Messiness leads to wholeness
Today I created a mess. The paint was on the table. A wet canvas fell against the wall. Wet paper towels sat in a clump on the floor beside my chair. The harsh reality is that every single time I cook, or do something creative I seem to make a mess. It's the kind of mess that seems to snowball before I know it. I'll be in the middle of a project or cooking and all of a sudden I realize that chaos has exploded around me. The mess isn't contained in one small area, it has bled over into the areas that I was hoping to keep clean. Areas that are now going to leave me with more cleanup to address. The mess often keeps us from moving forward, from doing the very thing that will eventually lead us to a place of wholeness; the place of centering. We try to contain the messiness of our lives in one area. Most of us believe the past is in the past and it has no effect on us whatsoever. We tell ourselves we can separate what is happening at work from how we are doing personally.