Good Messy Living

There are spots where I live which encourage conversations. The screened porch is one of those places. And even though I have not left home, the porch is a neutral zone where I can momentarily suspend some of the mundane domestic tasks which fill a day and night. I sit out there by myself, or with my wife, or with a few friends and let words take us somewhere that is not planned out. Or, I enjoy sitting in silence.

Most of us have over-planned days.  We do what must be done so we can eat, have a place to sleep, something to drive and pay taxes. If we kept life this simple, we wouldn’t succumb to well planned marketing that confounds our waking hours. (But some toys are great).  Our physical, mental and spiritual homes become crowded as we trip over various types of chaos. Some of you are better than me at disguising states of disorder but everyone makes a mess in life. There is always some spot that becomes undone or neglected.

My yard has places that are gradually going wild. A couple of lawn chairs placed by a fire pit in the fall manage to become props for wildflowers in the spring. Letting nature take its course can have unexpected rewards. While I could strive for a patch of deep green St. Augustine grass it would not compare to some rogue asters and other wildflowers coming to take over. So that spot in the yard goes untouched by the lawn mower until everything has gone to seed.

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Sometimes the seeds from such places generate weedy wordy blog posts like this one or poetry or even songs. And this is why it is good accept some disorder in everyday life.  Of course, taking this point of view to the extreme has few benefits. So I’ll take the middle unkempt ground…nothing’s perfect but life is good anyway.


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