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An Orderly World

An Orderly World

It’s possible to both cherish and abhor order. The meticulously manicured lawns and vinyl facades of so many neighborhoods that have popped up around here in recent years, identical in their blandness, as orderly as the corn that used to grown in the fields they now call home — I know I’ve complained about them to anyone who would listen. There’s a reason I decorate my home in burgundy and golden yellow and eccentric antiques, and it’s that I’m allergic to contractor’s white. But driving home tonight after a day of watching TV images of entire villages washed away in a tidal wave of mud and seawater, of homes and businesses shaken to the ground, made me long for order. What a blessing a home is, a home of any color, shape, or size, whether unique or an exact replica of its neighbors. What a blessing working traffic signals, running water, electricity. Telephone service we can use to reach our loved ones without giving it a second thought.

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” -Mother Teresa

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