dear doris. why do we experience chaos and collisions?
issue 24 ♡ chaos, collisions & calamity serve as stop signs, as check points in our lives.
dear doris. why do we experience chaos and collisions? love calamity jane
dear calamity jane
we had two accidents outside our house this week — one involving a three car pile-up where everyone escaped shaken and stirred but safe with some scratches. then the next day in exactly the same spot, a freak storm blew over a giant gumtree which landed on top of a car, trapping the driver inside and promptly pulling down the power lines. i came home to see live electrical wires snaking outside our house and paint guy
holding a chainsaw — having just sawn off branches to free the driver. again the vehicle totalled, the driver shaken, extremely stirred yet unscathed.without electrical power and currently powerless in my right hand due to carpal tunnel (i write with my left and but use my right for tech) my concern centred on my self-imposed deadline here — whether i would be able to deliver this week or to take it as a sign from mother nature to have a break.
in a little breakaway from interiors of the home and heart, it felt incidental this week to tune into doris and gain a higher perspective on why we experience external chaos and exterior collisions in part I.
part I.
calamities and catastrophes, disasters and diversions and all of that external stuff and chaos and climatic cliffhangers in life — they are signs. they are checkpoints in our lives to see how we are going.
does it force or give you inertia to change your way of being or do you just continue on your merry way and make hay with the day or do you say, wow that could have been me in that wreckage or wacky situation and you proceed to change or tweak or transfer your focus elsewhere, where you understand it is needed/necessary, noteworthy and a valuable use of your time in this incarnation.
a prang, a wrangle, a tree falling on top of your head etcetera are all examples of situations that force you to stop and smell the roses, or gas burning or leaves falling. a physical hit to the noggin’ will indeed hit you deliberately, desperately to grab your attention. as if — upstairs they were watching you play this game of life and they can see that you are fumbling and feeble and flailing desperately around seeking susan or sustenance in life.
a knock or blow to the head or moving vehicle could help steer you onto your course, toward the unbeaten path — the unforaged and flavourful and fruitful path that eventually leads to deliverance, enlightenment, illumination or whatever you choose to call it.
so the bumps and humps and knocks and wreckages are just checkpoints, that’s all. a mini disaster or divergence to check in with you and see how you are travelling (or not). what is your biggest concern when calamity jane strikes? ask yourself, how are you affected and how are you shaken or stirred or was it merely a minor occurrence in the grand schema of earth and its existence.
another tree falls in the forest to its death and the forest floor rejoices, as there is shelter and food and foliage. for months it will provide for the creatures of the ground level and they will make use of this gentle sleeping giant.
love d(oris) x x
ps. what does a tree say as its falling/passing away? TREEEEE-DOM!
pps. a big thank you for tuning into dear doris. if you feel called to support this journey you can upgrade to a paid subscription for 7AU per month or 70AU year (two months free) equivalent to shouting me a cuppa this month.
♡ ask dear doris a question as they pave way for future posts. if you enjoyed reading this, kindly comment 💬 , tap the ♡ to like, restack ↻ or share this post. your support makes a big difference & beams straight into my heart :)
my first book Love is. captures the moments of nirvana we experience as humans on earth. Love is. a grown-ups book disguised as a kids picture book. final copies of the first edition available kawa heart studio ♡