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I guess it's not a new thought, but it occurred to me this morning that the whole of spiritual endeavor might easily be summed up in the souvenir-store silly sign reading "Bless this Mess."
Life in general can feel like such a mess, so full of barbs and uncertainties and sorrows and confusions ... such a mess. And along comes spiritual endeavor -- an attempt to clean up or eradicate or make sense of or somehow improve. On and on it goes with its applications of better and worse efforts, all in an attempt to make order out of what may feel like chaos.
But the mess does not surrender. It seems to morph into new and improved and revised messes.
But what if the very notion of a "mess" were reconsidered. What if what was imagined as being "neat" were just a mess waiting to happen in much the same way that a "mess" were just a "neatness" waiting to happen?
What if the mess were just a mess and the notion that it needed something extra were an unnecessary application?
As in, "Bless this Mess."
Just noodling here.
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