Holiday Homage Part Five: Serenity

Speechless am I,
Rare that is,
to find myself...
at peace.

After turmoil
that fumbled me about,
shook the joy,
shattered the me
I knew.

Now
A new me
That has been available
for many moons

Smiles

and winks

"You and I are one

Always.

Thanks for being ready.

I have been waiting

For your delicate passion

To invite me

In."

Now
I see him
I shake his hand
He hugs my wounds
WE...
laugh

Because...
I want to
Because...
I let go of
the needless guilt

I am more than okay
I am beautiful
No one
can take that from me

Alone
but happy
Reading
Writing
Learning
Remembering
my story

Awake
Alive

In the kaleidoscope of
serenity

Comments

The Unbroken Thread

Happy Christmas. It is upon us in this hour, this time, this day... after all the fuss, the frenetic pace, it smiles as it does each year finding us in some of the same places and in some different phases. I always flip through the rolodex of my life on this day, remembering the last 30 Christmases (well I guess I don't remember the first few that well) like they are all connected in one amazing thread charting my successes, my growth, my defeats, my darkness, and my light. Technically Christmas has not really begun. I have not done the ritual of heading to my Mom's and opening gifts and waltzing to see our Christmas film, but I have already been touched by Christmas. I write a lot, in this land of musings I have shared 257 writings with you, my friend, my reader spirits. Much has happened in these past two years, but let me simply write that I was not sure that I would ever enjoy Christmas again, ever really feel connected to it, no matter what I tried to do, I felt adrift ...

Loving the Squiggly

I was typing the other day and instead of hitting the ! key I hit the ~ key. Two odd altercations happened between two friends and me via facebook so I have deactivated my account for a bit. It was hurtful and unexpected. So when I hit the ~ key it made me smile and forget all that nonsense. ~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dustin

Holding the Key

Only I am solid ground. Those whom I love - the new, the familiar - can be my circle, my connections... but the connection to self is the key I have been missing. Peace fills me as I hold the key and begin to unlock the doors of my life. Only I am solid ground and I embrace the beauty of me. Dustin

Chronicles of Dustin Ashley Beam

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