Here is the hypothesis (at least today's hypothesis):
a. Each human being has a certain level of chaos they are wired to tolerate.
b. It is the same for every human being.
Here is how the humans differ:
a. Some people are born clear of chaos with a clean slate ready to take on the world like champs. These people are often teachers, event coordinators, restauranteurs. They are around you. You know them.
b. Some people are born with their own complete matching set of silver-plated chaos. It's clean, but it's there and it takes up space. These people are often artists or writers or postal workers. They have to have somewhere to put the spill-over. In paint, words, or thoughts on a route because they can't fit the superfluous chaos collected along the way. It's messy.
Here's the conclusion:
a. Both sets make good mothers. The children of the first "take in stride" the conveyor belt of existence as it pass by or under. They are methodical mothers always ready with gentle words and mashed potatoes.
a. The children of the second are fighters with fathom-like love. They are maniacal mothers who provide a place for great healing and rich, varied experience.
I'm not sure which one I am but I have weighty suspicions. One is not better than the other, both are powerful and necessary. One is a ferris wheel and one a rollercoaster.
*pictures taken by Dr. Gooch during a revisit of the trail. Except the funny dog sign picture--that was by me.