Bless this mess that is the physical manifestation of my inner world. The piles and temporary designated areas of significance. The loosely outlined sections on the floor for this and that. My fuzzy idea that I’ll be able to find THIS under or on top of THAT. This blessed mess is not ideal, but it will function right now as being the one thing I don’t have to be concerned about. It will grow or shrink over time proportionate to the energy I am expending elsewhere. It is the blessed symptom of a life that is overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed by the consequences of a life that is lived and filled with love. A life that is intertwined with others and creates rich tapestries of memories. A life that has connections and responsibilities, obligation and duty. Overwhelmed by opportunities to say yes – yes to laughter, yes to dancing, yes to nature, yes to financial security, yes to family, yes to health, yes to sunrises, yes to friends, yes to the difficult moments because from it comes release and then ease. Yes to the growth that comes from feeling the burn of my limitations and deciding to grow new skin instead of callous scars. Overwhelm is not always a bad thing, it can be an indicator of a life that is in full motion. And while in full motion, energy is expended where it needs to be and stretched to cover the edges of what can be managed. Stopping to rest when the human machines demands the attention.

The act of rest and ability to participate in its restorative magic is a savored privilege. Rest the soothing balm I apply whenever necessary. The blessed mess there for me to address after rest has had an opportunity to mend. Pockets of rest that oil joints and spitshine my mind to take on another day – one foot infront of the other. Another day blessed by the mess.

And may your mess be blessed. May your life in full motion find time for laughter, if rest can’t come soon enough and is too far out of reach for what is necessary — then may laughter give a release valve to the tender but resilient human machine.

And I’m starting to realize I’m a person who may be addicted to overwhelm – but that’s another post.