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Dust If You Must

I have been unable to post for a while. However, I was deeply touched that in my ‘absence’ several of you have made the effort to keep in touch and comment on my posts. I am so grateful for the new contacts I’ve made when my post on my grandmother was published as a Friday Story by My Daily Insights. I was especially moved by a comment by Victoria – who is one brave young woman.

The last few weeks have been spent in ‘fighting’ our way back in to our flat that we had temporarily vacated for renovations. The contractor was unable to complete the work in time and we had to force him to make sure part of the house was habitable to enable us to move. Unfortunately, the work is seeming to go on endlessly and though we’re back home, we still haven’t got use of the complete flat.

It’s wonderful to be back home and enjoy our new kitchen, home-cooking, arranging and rearranging the stuff we have and shopping for the stuff we need. However, through this process, my husband and I are trying not to lose sight of the essentials – our spiritual life, our relationships, our health (glad to be back in the gym again!), and our other commitments. We know it’s all too easy to get caught up in the endless cycle of home improvement and maintenance and forget the more important things. So pretty soon, I’m going to back to being in touch and updating my blog more often.

Here’s a lovely little poem by Rose Milligan that warns against being obsessive about keeping your home tidy! :

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’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.


Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around 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.


  1. Corinne Rodrigues Corinne Rodrigues May 15, 2009

    Hi Colors – thank you – I’m truly honored. Visited your blog too – you write from you heart.

  2. colors colors May 13, 2009

    Hi EGThere is definitely something about your writing, something ethereal… that binds at the very first reading.I liked your blog so much that i dont hesitate to be your follower even though this is kinda my first visit to your blog.

  3. Anonymous Anonymous November 24, 2008

    With age [and wisdom?] I have loosened up on the squeaky clean house syndrome, and am much happier for it. the poem was great – I had a laugh at the line “you yourself will make more dust”…….wow what a mound I will be!!Take care Cor, love youNeoms

  4. Indian Home Maker Indian Home Maker November 23, 2008

    Lost my comment!If we all just remember these wise words, we won’t be plagued by all the troubles we are.And we will really live!

  5. Indian Home Maker Indian Home Maker November 23, 2008

    True, if one keeps this much in mind half .. all the troubles plaguing us will be over. We will actually live.

  6. Usha Pisharody Usha Pisharody November 23, 2008

    And yes, a little something for you to pick up at Overdrive… 🙂 🙂

  7. Sashu... Sashu... November 23, 2008

    that was truly insightful a poem!! loved it :)hope u hv a good tym managing things at home 🙂

  8. Usha Pisharody Usha Pisharody November 23, 2008

    Corinne, that is wonderful reminder indeed!!That life awaits, and that all that dust we are so wary of will be us, one day! Very humbling, and very educating 🙂 Also wonderfully uplifting, as always!!!That is my dose for today! Thank you!!!

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