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All We Are is Dust in The Wind

So the big Mardi Gras party is over in New Orleans, Rio and where ever else it is celebrated. Street cleaners and other city workers are cleaning up the wreckage. People are waking up with pounding heads thinking, I can’t believe I did that. Or even worse, oh my God where am I?

And now it’s Ash Wednesday. The lyrics from dust in the wind always come to mind on this day. It’s a day to remember that from dust we came and to dust we will return. It sounds like a sad and morbid thought. But there is another way to look at it. It’s a huge reminder to not sweat the small stuff. Life is too short. This is not a dress rehearsal.

Lyrics by Kansas:
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and 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

[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
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

We Are Stardust

This is it. We can piddle away our life waiting for an inspiration or for someone to tell us what to do. Or we can march our behinds out there and live!

Seek and you will find. Yee haa! I found an answer to my own fears of negative self talk on Everyone’s Soulguide .  A priest is talking to a woman who is confessing all her sins. He gave her this advice:

What I hear is a lot of circuitous thinking. I hear a habit of blaming yourself. To keep voicing negative thoughts about what you have done, or failed to do is not only sinning against yourself, it’s sinning against God. It’s a denial of the divinity in you. It’s almost blasphemous.”

“In my books, what you’ve told me — while wrong — aren’t really big sins. As far as the church is concerned when I give my absolution, the sins you’ve told me — they don’t exist anymore. Phht — they’re gone.”

I like that! Beating myself up all the time is not helping me, my husband or anyone else. So for the next 40 days, I’m going to my level best to STOP IT. Going to pack up the folding Murphy Cross and put it on the curb. I’m evening doing the rubber band on the wrist thing to snap it when I think something mean or derogatory about myself.

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