The Magic of Dust

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Bad memories, on the other hand, get a protective dust coating. Dust that will sparkle in the sun and eventually block out the bad imagery. Those little moments, equivalent to pennies, still add up. They create piles and piles of dust. As they age, they cover in the proverbial dust. We never brush or clean those memories off. They end up obscured by that film of dust memories.</p><p id="1469">Our good memories are like a hundred-dollar bill. Every so often, we pull them out, dust them off, and put them back. All that kicked off the dust, heading to land on other memories. To revive the good images and cover the bad, while the dust relocates as we shift through our precious good memories.</p><p id="097d">As I sit and enjoy the peaceful solitude today, I’m building more dust motes. I’m storing them up inside my vault of memories. Only the peaceful, calm, and blissful moments create these particles that sparkle in the sun. The power is yours to build that dust. To take note and take stock of those fragments of moments that make you catch your breath or set you at ease.</p><p id="58a3">Throw open those windows and kick up that dust! Pull out a few great memories and let that dust settle on the bad. Eventually, they will be nothing but glittering piles of dust, something beautifully covered to the trained eye, blanketed in the comfort of good. Those that look past the fractured moment to the particles of love, peace, and bliss will see something new in place of the bad memories.</p><p id="8adb">Maybe Fairy Dust is not so unbelievable and the stuff of fairy tales and legends. Maybe, it’s just the particles of dust that float in the air and sparkles like glitter in the sunshine.</p><p id="9aa3"><b><i>Magic is believing in y

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Dust particles may be a good thing, in the right perspective

As I sat in a field, watching fawns play, I started thinking about those little moments that impact us in all kinds of ways. Within moments of calm while on a hike, moments of protection and peace while snuggled, or looking around a full table of people feeling blessed.

As I’ve contemplated these moments, I got thinking about something. In our room inside our heads that hold our memories, good and bad, I think there’s a little dust in there. Our good memories are captured in large images for instant recognition and replay.

But what about those little memories? Those peaceful moments spent watching the sunrise or set? The peacefulness in sitting outside? The joy of watching a bird build a nest or a deer play?

The peaceful, calm memories create tiny little particles into what brings us joy. I envision my own as dust, particles floating in the air and stir up when you start moving around. Those particles look gray and lifeless until you open the window, and they sparkle and shine in the sunlight. Those particles move around and cover old memories, like photographs hanging on the wall.

They aren’t picky about where they land. Good memories dull a little bit, yet they are still vivid. Bad memories, on the other hand, get a protective dust coating. Dust that will sparkle in the sun and eventually block out the bad imagery. Those little moments, equivalent to pennies, still add up. They create piles and piles of dust. As they age, they cover in the proverbial dust. We never brush or clean those memories off. They end up obscured by that film of dust memories.

Our good memories are like a hundred-dollar bill. Every so often, we pull them out, dust them off, and put them back. All that kicked off the dust, heading to land on other memories. To revive the good images and cover the bad, while the dust relocates as we shift through our precious good memories.

As I sit and enjoy the peaceful solitude today, I’m building more dust motes. I’m storing them up inside my vault of memories. Only the peaceful, calm, and blissful moments create these particles that sparkle in the sun. The power is yours to build that dust. To take note and take stock of those fragments of moments that make you catch your breath or set you at ease.

Throw open those windows and kick up that dust! Pull out a few great memories and let that dust settle on the bad. Eventually, they will be nothing but glittering piles of dust, something beautifully covered to the trained eye, blanketed in the comfort of good. Those that look past the fractured moment to the particles of love, peace, and bliss will see something new in place of the bad memories.

Maybe Fairy Dust is not so unbelievable and the stuff of fairy tales and legends. Maybe, it’s just the particles of dust that float in the air and sparkles like glitter in the sunshine.

Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe