Snow, of course, is really only dust and water, yet no one admires dust inside a
glass ball falling on tiny reindeer. No one eats dust, regardless of color. Even when dust
is the color of snow, do not expect it to mold to your desires.
Tracks may be found in dust, but no one is following dust. Dust travels everywhere
and always leaves something behind.
Wind carries dust to draw attention to its causes, but these causes do not really
belong to the wind. Fire learned long ago. Whatever it wants to do, dust can stop it.
For dust the doors are never really closed. Patience provides passage. Even lungs
and the journeys of food are not kept from dust.
Water carries dust on all its missions. Wherever water has been, dust reminds us
Dust is not an animal. Dust is not the lost wing of the wind. Dust does not need to
look for us when it travels.
The human body is a great complexity of dust, one of its unexpected missions with
water. Slower than wind, but as necessary as water, we help take it where it wants to go.
There are places in the world that must be arrived at slowly. Don’t think about it. Only
your body can offer that thought.
Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.