QBLOG #37 Dust in the Wind

I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind, ohh

Now, don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
The wind

- Kansas -


Something always prompts a Blog. Today it is literally dust in the wind. I woke to a relatively cool morning shadowed by a sky filled with dust. This was not a normal dust storm that either slowly encompases you nor the kind the rushes thru eliminating you vision for several minutes. This is the type that is rolling around the ground trying to mold itself into the shape of a bowl, leaving the area above open with a hint of blue. It remains even thru the afternoon, though with less form, less purpose.

Friday was another one of those big BANG! BOOM! BAMM! days. It was a clear day. Beautiful. Then the bombs and gunfire broke the beauty of the day. Today though, has been quiet. The dust filled air acts like a silencer or a protective coat of space. It made me think of the movie, THE MUMMY. That made me think about the once great civilization of the Egyptians. The Pyramids and how the sand overtime has covered them. Hidden them. Taken them back. That fine dust and the wind that blows it over and thru and into all that is in its path. Retaking all and molding it back into its own form.

We have all heard the phrase, "From dust we came and to dust we shall return". You feel the possibility even the likely hood of that here. Through the mayhem, the bombs, even the laughter and joy, the struggles and accomplishments, through it all you feel that in the end we all return to dust. It makes you wonder what the purpose of our life our fighting our loving our death is really about. Are we an experiment placed here to work out the kinks of some greater function?

Growing up I recall being taught the importance of history and how we can and should use our history to insure we don't repeat mistakes. As I have grown in years I see that it is more likely we use our history as a guide to repeat them. Maybe it is because history is never a simple truth. It is a one sided view, normally that of the victor, and seen from the viewpoint of rightousness given that victory. And yet in all history, in all events, everything returns to its beginning.

Many native cultures believe(d) in the concept of all things having a soul. As one would (should) respect and honor the soul of a human, one would (should) also honor the soul of all things. Taking what is needed, but no more. Thanking the other soul for the sacrifice and blessing of what it provided. Doing this knowing that in the end the sacrifice and blessing would be returned. It is the circle of life. Our place in it helps to define who we are and how we remain in the circle and form it.

From the movie, THE LION KING

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

We so often forget that we are indeed part of this circle of life and as such, forget to honor and respect all that are part of this circle, thus causing imbalance. Do you recall the scene in THE LION KING when the Hyenas basically ruled and the land was barren? I must be in movie mode because so many movie themes kept popping up. The first was actually POCAHONTAS and the song, "Colours of the Wind". The words are so filled with spirit that it is difficult to deny or ignore their importance and their claim. I end this blog with the lyrics to the song and with a thought. When you are out in the natural world, do you not experience a feeling of oneness and of peace? For me there is a connection it all. I hear the voices of the wind the trees the river. I know if I listen carefully, I can hear more and realize that I shall return to that which I was born into.

"Colors of the Wind" from the movie POCAHONTAS

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or have the Eagle tell where he's been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the moutnain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind


May you find your colors to paint the wind and more in this circle of life.

Robert