Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I haven't moved house in a long time, so I forgot about the chaos that attends the final days before everything gets transferred to the new space. I forgot about cardboard boxes and packing tape, piles of things everywhere. It's all part of the unwinding of the life I've lived for nine-plus years.
Yesterday I was thinking about how even galaxies unwind as they evolve. In my mind's eye, I imagined the arms of the Andromeda galaxy spiraling away from its galactic center. Unwinding isn't just about spin, it isn't just about expansion. If that were true, then galaxies would look more like star clusters, the energy of the expansion would be more like an explosion than a spiral dance. Gravity, the most mysterious of the fundamental forces, reminds the expanding stars where they came from. In fact it occured to me that if unwinding is going to be graceful, it requires memory. Centrifugal and centripetal force are as much about gravity pulling inwards as what is spinning and expanding outwards.
Yeah, I know. I was waxing philosophical, a nice euphemism for my brain going off the deep end. Overthinking is a coping technique for times when I am emotionally overwhelmed. You know in the cartoons when one of the characters has been whacked upside the head and there are stars, exclamation points, bells and chirping birds flying around? That's what my head looks like these days. My goodness I can get so way out there.
Just as I was "philosophizing," I looked at the sky and saw the scene above - an "arm" of cloud unwinding from a central core of thicker cloud, or so it seemed to me.
Though it's impossible to superimpose a spiral shape on the total chaos in my room at the moment, I've decided to imagine that at least the energy of graceful unwinding is a part of the process of getting ready to move. This kind of crazy thinking helps me cope with the mess. Whatever it takes, yes? I say yes.