blessings & burdens
December 10, 2014 § 4 Comments
The past week has been a whirlwind of ineffective busyness, exhaustive energy spent chasing dwindling minutes with endless tasks; places and people, projects and purchases. It all felt important, urgent even, until this afternoon.
Twice today a casual conversation invited an occasion to balance the frivolousness of holiday tasks with the reality of loss. A permanent goodbye shifting the value of impermanent inconveniences. Each unexceptional endeavor thereafter quickly became evidence of overlooked good fortune too easily dismissed with a debt of obligation over a wealth of privilege. Homework and mealtime, bathtime and bedtime all everyday blessings sometimes dressed as burdens; have tos and get tos too easily transposed.
The work of life is a beautiful mess, a riddle of intention I too rarely appreciate for the maddening uncertainty of a simple surety; everything and nothing in the balance of perspective.
scribblechic 
Absolutely correct and yes, while the Earth itself may be rudderless we are not; always the choice to be a self-directed free agent.
Self-directed, indeed! Love your use of rudderless in reference to navigating choice. Thanks!
Let’s all fall in love with the beautiful mess!
It is so much gentler to love the mess than fight to constrain it into an uncomfortable, ill-fitting image of a false ideal.