Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Deconstruction of a Nine Year Cycle
A few years ago I read The Secret Life of Dust. That was during the time when a lot of single topic books were being published. There was one about salt, one about water, one about cod. I even think there was one about dead bodies. How weird is that?
I don't recommend The Secret Life of Dust. Finding out what it's actually composed of? Ewwww.
Metaphorically, though, dust is powerful stuff. It holds history; it is a collection of everything that once was, rendered finally into the tiny particles that drift lazily through beams of sunlight, or cling to every surface, that gather into what my father called "cobwebs." Under furniture, dust shape-shifts into bunnies. Wow. Dust is truly magical. It's no wonder so many authors have used the idea of dust, and the word DUST, in their book titles.
I have one client who has in-law problems. When they come for a visit, she'll book an appointment for the day they arrive, and another on the day after they leave. She takes such good care of herself. I always marvel at how "dusty" she feels after the in-laws leave town. She always seems coated with a thick layer of familial dust; the history of her husband's family settles into every nook and cranny of her being. That second appointment is always about clearing the dust. Swiffering, you know? I am polishing more than anything else in those sessions.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. In three weeks I'll be out of the house on Tennessee Avenue. Preparation for the move requires frequent and serious encounters with dust. I mean literally, figuratively, metaphorically, mythically. Oh yeah. Memories and emotions associated with my tenure in this house are swirling through and around my head and heart. So many memories. So many emotions. Whew.
No wonder I'm taking so many showers these days! I am washing away the dust, cleaning my physical, ethereal, spiritual and emotional body. I am unwinding the life I have lived these past nine years. I am letting go.