the mire of the chaos is starting to muddle my mind. i can feel it in my more-than-ordinary resistance to thinking in straight lines. and yet, with autumn nipping at my heels like a persistent puppy, i feel an ever-growing imperative to Get Things Done. winter is coming - a season in which i hope to reap the benefits of my fiction-writing fallow of the past six months. but in order to wallow as i would, to truly sink down and settle in, i would like my physical space to reflect the same inner order i envision creating.
and so i toy with the idea of calling in my Mother. my mother is not so much my mother as a Force of Nature - rather like the Faerie Queen. her ability to think in straight lines approaches genius but one dances with her at one's peril. if my father is a big picture person like i am, my mother understands the means by which the big picture is accomplished. but do i really want this Energy - even ever so briefly - in my house, in my home?
i reach for my list, as my mother would. and i ponder.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.