Sunday Morning Sunshine: Dust if You Must

Dust if You Must

By Rose Milligan

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better                                 to paint a picture or write a letter,                                              Bake a cake, or plant a seed,                                                    Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,                   With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb,                             Music to hear, and books to read,                                                Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there,                                                                                                     With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair,                                                                                        A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,                                                                                                                    This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,                                                       Old age will come and it's not kind,                                                       And when you go (and go you must)                                                     You, yourself, will make more dust.  

Rambling Friday: Winds Terrify Me

 I love AND hate the wind. Contradiction? Sort of.

High winds that damage, destruct and kill are frightening to me. I'd just as soon take a pass. Which, of course, we can't do. 

But the wind coming in from an ocean that cools hot bodies, soft evening winds that lure us to take a slow walk, winds that dry out much-too-soggy grounds--all of these are the "good winds" that I enjoy. 

We don't get a choice, of course. Bad comes with the good. That's life... But we can take precautions, hang on when the worst comes, say our prayers, and get through it the best we can. Recover. And celebrate that once more, we've been given another day to enjoy the soft winds in our lives. 

Embrace the soft winds--always! 

A happy windy March day to you! 

Sunday Sunshine: Autumn Woods

I like the woods

In Autumn

When dry leaves hide the ground.

When the trees are bare.

And the wind sweeps by

with a lonesome rushing sound.

I can rustle the leaves

In Autumn

And I can make a bed

In the thick dry leaves

That have fallen

From the bare trees

Overhead.

--James S. Tippett