Order is a loving thing;
On disarray it lays it’s wing,
Teaching simplicity to sing. —Anna Hempstead Branch—
Things and events have their own order. It’s human to want to impose order from the outside—our order; but often, our attempt to put things in order resembles the old man who tried to push the river. It never went any faster, and if he stopped pushing, it got there just the same.
Some people seam to have a knack for order. It could be that they’ve learned to let things take their own shape. If order is natural, then maybe disorder is what we create with our human fussing. It could be, too, that disorder is in the eye of the beholder—especially if the beholder is a perfectionist.
Serenity is the ability to appreciate natural order.
Today I’ll try to be light on my feet and get out of my own way.