As a child I have been fascinated by dust.
In my grandmas house where I grew up I have spend many afternoons watching the single beam of light that would come through a tiny crack in the roof tile. And I would could see the dust dance ..move.. glide..shine.. and I would tentatively put my finger in one location and then the entire spectrum would shift…to a different pattern of dance…. And I would feel so delighted.. I felt as if I could touch and change my world.. literally.
I guess as I write this my fascination with interconnection and systems stared really young…
What I also wondered was…the light I could see because of the dust. Or could I see the dust and its magical dance .. because of the light ? Was dust or light NOT there when the two did not meet in this beam? Like the rest of the house?.
If this is the relationship between dust and light – what are we really doing when we “clean”
I am still fascinated by the dust, although I do clean quite a bit now… but NOT too much..Dust tells me the shape of things that were.. as it settles. And I smile inspite of myself
I dread places where dust is not allowed ..and things are always spic and span and ..almost sterile. I wonder if any memories stay there…at all. Does light come.. at all.
For now … I just welcome dust and light …as inseparable.
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