‘Order And Chaos’
On the surface of things, it’s a tranquil scene of coastal New Zealand.
Nothing disturbing, but something is disturbed.
The high winds and hard rain blew through here only minutes ago.
In the distance, there is a thick haze.
It is neither fog nor smoke.
The sand off the dunes and sandspit has been temporarily displaced into the air.
What was on the ground is now airborne.
There are those moments in our lives too, when havoc wreaks and major disturbance occurs.
When everything is up in the air.
It’s uncomfortable for sure.
But when you are in that space there is, if nothing else, the chance to see things from another, different, perspective.
And sometimes after the chaos, there will be a sense of tranquility.
If you are in “the churn”, I hope you find that, I really do.
The next line of the W.B. Yeats poem featured in the previous post The Widening Gyre goes like this:
“Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”.
This tropical themed garden features tigerish striped bromeliads, some with sharp points and serrations and is altogether an explosion of chaotic shapes and colours in every direction; botanic flares and shrapnel, an anarchic sprawl.
No neat flowerbeds planted in rows – here there is the sense of the wild and uncontrolled world that Yeats was on about .