…and the hits just keep coming… Yes. It’s June.

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cha·os

ˈkāˌäs/

noun

noun: chaos; plural noun: chaoses

  1. complete disorder and confusion.

“snow caused chaos in the region”

synonyms: disorder, disarray, disorganization, confusion, mayhem, bedlam, pandemonium, havoc, turmoil, tumult, commotion, disruption, upheaval, uproar, maelstrom; More

muddle, mess, shambles, free-for-all;

anarchy, lawlessness, entropy;

informalhullabaloo, hoopla, train wreck, all hell broken loose

“police were called in to quell the chaos”

antonyms: order

o    Physics: behavior so unpredictable as to appear random, owing to great sensitivity to small changes in conditions.

o    the formless matter supposed to have existed before the creation of the universe.

o    Greek Mythology: the first created being, from which came the primeval deities Gaia, Tartarus, Erebus, and Nyx.

noun: Chaos

Origin: late 15th century (denoting a gaping void or chasm, later formless primordial matter): via French and Latin from Greek khaos ‘vast chasm, void.’

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If I were near a giant explosion I would hope to be able to duck into a doorway for some level of protection.  There is nothing, so much as chaos, going on for a few of us.  I am actually staggered at the level of “upheavalness” that is reigning supreme. I keep watching burning debris waft by from my doorway, wondering, thinking a zillion things. Like: there will be a lot of ambulances and firetrucks soon. What happened? Was this an accident? Is there still cell phone service? I don’t think I’ll make that meeting at noon. 

There are no accidents.  Sometimes life has a way of catapulting us right into the middle of where we belong.  Certainly a bloody violent way of maneuvering, but what do we want? Coddling or results?  Well, heck yes, we all say “results” but the devil is in the details.  However, happiness lives on the other side of that. We are not “stand on the sidelines” kind of gals.  We got the guts to make it through this.  Yet, our path lies through the fire.  On the other side of the chaos. And we’re going to go through it – you KNOW we are.  So, in the spirit of the Blue Moon Sisters mindset: Here, take my arm. Ready?  If you see flames erupting from my person, please put them out and I will do the same for you.  Deal?

This is a “no fear” operation.  You do what you MUST.  But that is the beauty of chaos.  No matter what it looks like to you and me, the result is perfection.  …You don’t see that?  Oh.  Well. Give it some time because chaos is a time-taker.  When the dust settles, you’ll see where you are, how far you’ve come, and what it took for you to get there.  Worth it?  Oh.  Hell yeah…

Now. Take my hand. Ready? No, no… don’t close your eyes. You’re gonna wanna see this so you can remember it correctly when you tell the story of “when.”  Damn the torpedoes.  Let’s go.

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