Saturday, June 16, 2012
Dust to Dust
Today's muse: I attended a Sanctuary Retreat today. It was inspiring and validating. The morning was devoted to writing short pieces using prompts. We broke for a delicious homemade lunch, then the afternoon was spent in blissful silence (except for the click of keyboards and the scratch of pens). One of the prompts was to write down three smells you love and three smells you find less pleasant. Choose one of the words and write a short piece. One of my ‘love’ words was sawdust. * * * Dust to Dust Dust lingers on my tongue, catches in my throat. It’s like breathing under water; my lungs unable to fully expand. Yet the scent begs me to inhale, close my eyes and tip back my head. The sharp hiss of the bench saw adds more flakes to my pile of heaven. I want to wade through the fine shavings, toss them in the air like down, laugh as my father twirls me around. I want to brush the sawdust from his thinning hair, press my cheek against his. Solace is found at the lumber yard, where his memory lives among piles of cut timber.