The dust motes float
and swerve in the sunbeam,
as lively as worlds,
and I remember my brother
when we were boys:
“We may be living on an atom
in somebody’s wallpaper.”
~Wendell Berry “Dust”

It helps to accept I am infinitesimal.  Big problems and overwhelming worries become much smaller when I’m particularly insignificant myself.  Floating in a sunbeam to its destination sounds like purpose enough to exist at this moment.  After all, I grew up “carrying moonbeams home in a jar.”

So some days are meant for just floating on energy that comes from a grander source than myself, and not fretting about where it may take me.

It is simply enough to be,
to be meant to be
part of something bigger~
no matter how tiny a part I am,
to be taken along for the ride.