dust if you must...

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 is 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, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come round 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.

remember: a house becomes a home when you can write
"I love you" on the furniture.

{author unknown}
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i dropped off a few VHS tapes at the duplication place the other day and out fell this piece of paper with my grandmother's handwriting at the top.  she had given the videos to my mother months ago so we could put them onto DVD and send back to her in illinois. i didn't even read the poem at the time...rushing on to the next errand on my list, but how delighted i was this morning to read these words.

i was planning to write a post about the creative overload i've been experiencing this week...how my brain feels like it could explode with all the ideas vying for space up there. i'm also fighting those your-house-is-a-filthy-mess-and-your-husband-went-to-work-in-a-wrinkled-shirt-this-morning demons. how nice it was for my grandma to let me off the hook!  (but guess what i did...a load of laundry, ran the dishwasher, cleaned the bathroom, and organized my to do lists) 

apparently feeling like i didn't HAVE to do it made me WANT to do it.  go figure.