Dust

I hear that we come from dust and will return to dust when we die.  Ash Wednesday reminds me of this when the ashes are put onto my forehead.  It is supposed to keep me a bit humble.  Think of all the gym work to have a strong and fit body.  The couch potato and me both go to dust anyway.  But so much for humility.  I like to remember that though I am but dust, I am beloved dust.  The Creator Power loves me.  My world is not coming from nothing and going nowhere.  Creation is all about love.  So I try to love back by not messing up creation in my neighborhood.