When I was young everything had to have order. I liked symmetry and balance. If there was a block of blue on the left, than there must be a block of blue on the right. A proper picture of my family home had a sun and green grass. Beauty was related to this curious and predictable pattern of things. I have left that land and wandered into a story of randomness and chaos. What completely lacks symmetry and order possesses the most exquisite beauty to me. A sense of inner balance discovered that clearly was lacking when my outer world was perfectly planned.
Mud over flowers. I am deeply happy here.
12 thoughts on “Continent of Mud: Photo Poem 37”
Fine shot and story, Noelle!
Thank you, means a lot coming from you. I really admire your work. Both you and the blog: Life A Scot in Norway, post some great abstracts, stains, blurs and other unknown images that give me courage to post my own offbeat art. So thanks.
🙂 Do it!
Thank you, my friend and much gratitude for taking the time to visit and comment.
When one finds order in the disorder, peace in the chaos. Then, one has found oneself. You have shared a good point here. Keep on it! 🙂
Thank you for the comment and the visit. Deeply welcome.
Thank you for taking a moment to stop in and leave a reply. Truly grateful and yes, I totally agree. How does that quote go? “Peace is not the absence of chaos, but rather peace while in the midst of it.”
Exactly, one must find peace in oneself first despite of what it is around 🙂
I can absolutely relate. I’m more extreme, a real possibility of O.C.D. for me. Symmetry just makes me happy and calm.
Everybody’s gotta quirk. I have to eat my M&M’s in a certain order: brown, orange, red, yellow, blue green. We do what we must to be happy. Thanks for the visit and taking the time to comment.
It’s funny, Esther, but I actually find meditating in airports surprisingly easy. It’s all that external chaos that makes it possible to ignore my own brain. I just drift with the din of humans on the move. Blessings to your Sunday