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Chaos

Chaos A forbidding word rises to our surface life as turbulent shatters the calm and the calm may now in back glance appear as imprisoning.. Surprise and reversals traverse the land and resistance finds futility.. Seemingly our choices are already made.. We are called to ride the storm to shape as each might..in each unique way each momentary outline of our own creation..underway... ~CC "In many ways the last election represents this adolescent breaking through of hidden unspoken forces through a locked and repressive exterior form. The gridlock was not just in Congress, but in the whole bankrupt almost oligarchical political process that had served its time, and the way all of us have been sustaining the lock though our self-referencing communities of mutual agreement. The representative who has ridden the wave of those forces to the presidency may exhibit many of the characteristics of an adolescent himself, but the forces and necessary conversations his emergence represents are no less real and are something any mature mind should consider. His emergence points toward a chaotic turbulence followed by a new order, an order we need to be extremely vigilant in helping to shape no matter whether we have called our selves liberal or conservative or something in between. One thing is certain, those who elected him will be just as disappointed and sometimes horrified as those who now oppose him, while those who voted against him will be surprised and sometimes a little disorientated by the dismantling of previous imprisoning norms they are glad to see gone." ~~David Whyte

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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