The world is filled with the glamour of dust; dust brought together to gleam and flicker, to waft sweet fragrances, dust sending songs down the wind. There is a saying that reminds us our own bodies and selves are made from dust, and to it we will return. Boisterous, clamoring, exuberant, flagrant; this dust gaining form and losing that form. It’s a wild cycle we can catch a glimpse of only from the corner of our eyes. Click this link to read the whole newsletter: https://mailchi.mp/fitzgeraldart/rampant-dust-7306317
