Poetic Chaos
Dear Soul Dive,
In a matter of days, our sweet little oasis will be overrun with festival goers shifting the energetic frequency from calm to chaos. Festival season just hits differently here. The land of early dinners, cool mornings and feelings of eternal vacation takes a 3 week pause for the festival cause. Some hit the road, returning to rest in the rubble on the backend of the festivities. The rest, well, if you can’t beat ‘em, you join ‘em!
Chaos is a fact of life, we can’t avoid it. While some seem a bit more absolved to it than others, I can tell you that for me, chaos always seems to have a seat at my table. I’ve fought it for years, begging the angels in my ethereal tribe to get me out of chaotic cycles and into more peace, but here’s the hard truth: Chaos follows Creation.
We are all, to a certain degree, creators
No matter your Human Design or Enneagram, we all create on even the slightest scale regularly during our lifetime. I happen to be a massive creator and therefore, the argument could be made, I exist in a world chock full of chaos. When we create we are bringing something new into existence. The easiest metaphor here is birthing a new baby. Nothing is more chaotic than an underslept mother trying to survive while simultaneously keeping a new life alive as well. Chaos? Yes. Is it beautiful? Hell yes.
Instead of trying to avoid chaos, which because I will always create is virtually impossible, I’ve decided to take a different look at it. All of the hustle around living in my purpose, building businesses that are sustainable and make the world a better place, attempting to have a personal life with an 18 year-old dog that is hell bent on me dying alone… well, this beautiful mess is what I’d lovingly like to refer to as Poetic Chaos.
Not all chaos is bad. Chaos descends into your world to shake things up. Sort of like a thought provoking piece of poetry. You might not fully understand it, but you’re moved by the choice and patterning of the words nonetheless. You know my thoughts on complacency, and chaos agrees. Chaos strikes complacency with fury and forces you to sift through the uncomfortable bits in a quest for more equanimity. It’s not about eliminating chaos, it’s maintaining solid footing while riding the waves.
I’ve said it before. Your mat is your mirror. If chaos swirls around your world your mat is likely to feel a little unsteady. It is only by meeting your gaze in a low plank or softening the drishti in a Warrior 2 that you’ll start to build trust. Trust that even when chaos comes flying through the window, your breath creates an unshakable, balanced foundation. It’s only when we get anchoredin the breath, drop into the body and remain rooted in faith that we begin to appreciate chaos for what it is: poetic.
See you on the mat!
Big Love,