Dust is one of those dead words. It’s a dried up word that begs for water. Dust makes me think of inhaled talcum powder, of finely crushed saltines in the mouth, of following behind another vehicle on a dirt road, of the Dust Bowl, the desert, a dry, dead, barren, easily-blown-away place.
To know that I am a fashioned-dust being is somewhat unsettling. It reminds me that in the end, I am dead. I am a bit of powdered talcum. Short-lived in the scheme of things. I, along with the rest of humanity, am of one formation—dust.
I can dress my dust-doomed body in stylish clothes, groom my dust-doomed hair into an attractive style, and color my dust-doomed face with a flattering palette; but ultimately, my final dressed and groomed color will be ashen.
So my reflective question for the day is “What are the matters of concern for a person created of dust?”
Photo: http://www.weru.ksu.edu/new_weru/multimedia/dustbowl/dustbowlpics.html
2 comments:
From this dust ball, that's quite a question!
I suppose my dust (I have a vision of Charles Schultz' pigpen character)should or will plan to be in the present moment as much as possible since that's all I have. Conform to what I "think" the Creator's plan may be for me to live in love and relationship.....
That's about the best I can do on this subject this a.m.:)
Being present with the Creator and others and self is a meaningful place for a person of dust.
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