The spotted landscape jumps with color this morning. Orange, green, and brown leaves hanging on to the trees, watching others below; brilliant red dots of roses holding strong on the shrubs lining the houses; small openings in the clouds, allowing ivory patches to light up the steel blue sky, and brown and yellow specks scattered across the green lawns. It speaks of the messy order of life. What appears to be confused, or nonsensical, has a purpose and perfect construct to it for our lives. The challenge is whether we can see the beauty in the chaos, and embrace the harmony of the collective dissonance.

If you step back from your problem or frustration, what do you notice about how it fits into your life's  purpose?