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?
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.
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.
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 always kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.
Old age will come and it's not always kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.
by Rose Milligan, with thanks to Martin and Hanna for bring this poem to my attention.
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| Cleaning the fridge #1, 2015 |
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| Cleaning the fridge #2, 2015 |
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| Cleaning the fridge #3, 2015 |
beautiful works of art! love their delicious subtlety (like all your work). makes cleaning the fridge worth while just for the photos!
ReplyDeleteI kind of like things like weeding and cleaning. They are strangely meditative. But mostly I think I like the feeling when it's all done, the delicious calmness of clean.
Thanks ZenDotStudio; I love to weed and you are so right about it being meditative, but I am still searching for that in cleaning. I spend most of my time calculating how long it will take to finish = how long before I get back to the studio, a book or the garden.I will try to remember your line "the delicious calmness of clean'
ReplyDeleteWe're definitely in sync here Liz. I cleaned and dusted the other day...and took reflections of the light on my fridge as well. Something in the northern air perhaps?
ReplyDeleteIndeed Jennifer, I always blame this type of behaviour on the northern air!
Deletedelicious and sublime - as all your art is!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jan, that poem always makes me smile!
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