I walked in to the gym where I work out with Sara every week. She puts the hurt on me in a good way. The weekly white board slogan this week in the gym read: Life is good, and the universe is on your side. I don‘t believe that the universe picks a side. If it is on my side, does that mean it is not on someone else‘s side? If you are on one side you are not on the other side. The universe likely has bigger fish to fry. Even more likely is that the universe is not willful, and is not frying fish at all.
What I see around me is a universe that spends a lot of energy and time making seemingly frivolous bits of eye candy like this bearded iris. Maybe something eats these. Bees hang out around them. I live in a universe that does funny things like bearded iris’. I am encouraged by that. I know making one of these flowers is not easy, yet there it is. It is good that the universe doesn‘t do the world the way many people would – squared off walls in shades of Pottery Barn taupe, shoddy, hidden seams and useless money back guarantees. No guarantees in the real, beautiful, unpredictable world. It is mindless, without will. It is equal opportunity – both for brutality (as a kid I would have used this flower as batting practice, lopping off its lovely head without a thought) and for wonder (also as a kid I would have turned over every millimeter of this, in love with purple for the first time). To need the universe to be on my side lessens its awesomeness. It is enough on my side by being on all sides and no sides.