Comments on: Some thoughts on chaos

By: Anne

Anne — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:34:52 +0000

Hi Jamie, great to hear from you. Fascinating tidbits on chaos, thanks for sharing them!

Anne

By: Jamie

Jamie — Thu, 28 Dec 2006 17:11:18 +0000

Hello Anne, (Thorn, Reya et al),
speaking of chaos and creativity, I am in NYC visiting family (IvoryFly arrives tonight) when I followed a link from Anna’s new hypnotherapy website to Rosie’s to yours, happily finding myself here. I have been a longtime student of chaos. I am attracted to querying about the ‘new science of chaos’s” application to healthy psychological development. In the early ’90’s the references in the academic lit boomed from a few, usually negaive conotations (chaos in families) to hundreds of varied and more positively oriented links. Did you know that the word comes from the Greek word denoting gas? It was originally refering to the divine state of the universe before formed matter. Now I capitalize it. Chaos, the original Mother. Better yet, one of the root words is a reference to ‘labial extentions’, the ‘gap’, or as I like to call it “felix celei porta”-the happy gates of heaven. So, I would have to agree that chaos is a birth channel, as well as the vagina dentata-the ultimate devouring. Durga and Kali, both.
Happy death of the old year/self that must die and happy birth to the new year/self that will, by the grace of Mystery/Chaos, live.
Nice to connect with you. Thanks for the fun. Blessed New Year, Jamie

By: Anne

Anne — Wed, 27 Dec 2006 05:53:10 +0000

Wow, what a great poem. Thank you for that, Reya. I don’t know anything for certain about creativity and its petri dish, but I’m pretty sure it’s grown in a solution of pure chaos. And I am grateful for both of you in my life, fellow travelers through the tumult.

By: Reya Mellicker

Reya Mellicker — Tue, 26 Dec 2006 13:55:37 +0000

I believe chaos accompanies creation, but I’m not convinced that it’s the cause of creativity. I resist believing that.

and like Thorn, I am very grateful for you.

and

TO THE HAND by W.S. Merwin

What the eye sees is a dream of sight
what it wakes to is a dream of sight
and in the dream, for every real lock
there is only one real key
and it’s in some other dream
now invisible.
It’s the key to the one real door.
it opens the water and the sky both at once.
It’s already in the downward river with
my hand on it, my real hand.
And I am saying to the hand
Turn, open the river.

By: Thorn Coyle

Thorn Coyle — Sun, 24 Dec 2006 22:05:53 +0000

I am grateful for you.

And I’ve been thinking a lot lately of the Deena Metzger poem: “There is time only to work slowly, there is no time not to love.”