There can be peace within the uproar and it is essential to find it. Uproar without discernment causes pandemonium. Detail image: There is a figure at the base of this painting that despite the surrounding activity is walking quietly along the path.
Change bursts onto the scene sometimes post smoldering at levels undetected. The earth rises up carrying its containment within. It is time. Every great change knows its time. Where there are oceans there are islands. Where there are islands there are volcanoes. The beauty of island life is created through great uproar.
Uproar is definable: 1. a loud and impassioned noise or disturbance. 2. a public expression of power or outrage. Every great uproar has its beginnings and it surfaces with fire. Synonyms are turmoil, chaos, commotion, disturbance, ruckus, mayhem, turbulence, pandemonium, bedlam, clamor, hubbub, and racket. The beginnings of change bring to question the state of affairs. The change over time grows tremendous beauty as voices calling to be recognized claim their power.
The earth settles in to what it knows belongs to it. A darkness is brought forth to illuminate its light. The contrast is indefinable, it is seen and felt. Another world is created over atop of the preexisting one. The old cried forth for change and the wellspring within was listening.
We follow a river of life which is held in timelessness. All great change knows its time, time to give up on what wasn’t working before, time to give up hope on what might be promised in the future, time to claim what we wholeheartedly believe in. Time to respect the voices of those around us and stand true to what we know. The land is solid here.
We will begin again, this is the new earth standing on the shoulders on all that has come before. There is nothing that can be credited on its own, it is all community created, we are in this together. Together we are building what becomes the landscape, together we see differentiating parts drastically varying from water to stone and all are essential for what becomes a magnificent contrast of this not malovelent but beneficial earth.
Where there are oceans there are islands. Where there are islands there are volcanoes. The beauty of island life is created through great uproar. You are here for a reason. When you are ready your voice will be heard. Your time is now.
c.s.
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