I embrace the messiness of life. i find it so beautiful, actually.

The washing machine of my life is on a repeat spin cycle. And it just keeps getting messier. How true it is that instead of telling the young people of today to plan ahead, tell them to plan to be surprised. As my head spins I keep thinking of this:

"There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings." — Wendell Barry

I have been trying to sort out the baffle of my thoughts with a mix of old school rap music and a healthy dose of Captain Crunch. As I tripped on the cobblestone of Trafalgar Square in London last summer I noticed a man standing on a 2 step stool, smiling wide and holding a giant white sign displaying the words Everything Will Be Okay. He was so right.