A mess has a visceral effect, doesn’t it? Monday morning, I ground my coffee, filled the coffeemaker with the ordinary amount of water, went into the kitchen to cook the oatmeal and returned to an unsettling sight: bulging sopping grounds overflowing the basket, spilling onto the counter and clogging up the coffeepot itself. Find unusual gifts online!
The body draws back as if from a startled silverfish scuttling in an empty bathtub. A mess is a little scary.
Messes have a bad reputation.
A mess isn’t really scary.
It’s just a mess. There’s nothing like a mess to abrupt us into action. There’s an order we like to return to. We come squalling into this world, making some particularly unpleasant messes we are unable to remedy ourselves. And all of us have suffered the wild parental screech, “Clean up your room!” But growing up is about finding an increased tolerance for, ability to make and to remedy messes. Sometimes in cleaning up a mess, you make a bigger one—the set of strainers, pitchers, and auxiliary carafes needed to strain the coffee grounds and capture the brewed coffee filled our sink. But there’s something lively and life-affirming about a mess. We can’t help responding to it. We can ignore it hereafter, but it still exists and we know it. Do you know anyone who would love Oh lola perfume by marc jacobs or the GHD platinum styler and air styler gift set Part of what’s scary about messes is that sometimes they can make us feel as if we have done something wrong, which makes us feel bad.
In the case of the coffee, I had done something wrong. I had been a little too generous with the grounds. (No, I do not measure, I eyeball. I would rather deal with the occasional mess than measure out my life in coffeespoons.) Overfilling the filter meant that a few fellows floated up and over the paper, slid down the cone and plugged the driphole, which made everything overflow. If only I had had my coffee before attempting the operation, I would have been so much more alert!
Of course, we’re always thinking we should avert messes. But a mess is not a judgment Nature makes. Even a volcano, arguably a great mess-maker, simply creates another landscape, another arena of possibility for new life forms. Some messes mirror us, reflect where we are internally, which is generally not in the present moment, to which the mess kindly recalls us. Really big messes, like hurricanes, unite people like blood cells: white blood cells to remove the unusable; red blood cells to rebuild.