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Finding it on the Wings...




It is apparent I have been bitten with the blogging bug today. This is the third one and I could keep churning out the blog hits. (Aside: I find it imperative every time I use any humour associated with "blog" that I include the word "blog"... so, blog blog blog blog bolggity blog bloggerston)

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Backwards it is just as whimsical....

GOLB (and is sounds a bit like a growth of some sort)

And I am back with you and off the Tangent Train. :-)

(I had a delightful several hour conversation and am now returning to the writing. Normally I would delete this as my tone and demeanor are in a different place now, but I like the initial paragraph of this and think that any posting with the word "bloggity" deserves some screen time.)

Because I feel the need to be ludicrously honest about the oddest things, I will share that the original title of this entry was "Transparent" and it was going to be a lengthy one... I shall save that for a later date as it is 2:43 am and I am quite fatigued.

Back to the conversation.... I certainly do not want to jinx anything and although I write about my emotional eccentricities and intricacies, I make it a point (and decided early on in the creation of my blog) not to divulge OTHERS' stories... but I shall share this:

The past two nights have been filled with enlightening, intoxicating, refreshing, delicious, and unexpected telephone talky time with a man that is

SuRpRiSiNg.

I hope to get to know some more of his story. Who knows where it will lead, but I can honestly say I have rarely been this charmed and intrigued.

ENCHANTING, he is....

On this I shall keep you posted in a different fashion as I am rather private about.... well, fill in the blank for yourself.

The snowy evening has been like a blanket of purpose, a friend I always welcome back for a nice hot cup of tea and make sure he knows he always has a place to rest his weary head.

Playing on the laptop is Sandi Patty's 1994 release entitled "Find it on the Wings". The title track is currently playing and this particular lyric is touching me:

For every dream we lose
There's another one to dream that will come true
Whenever clouds roll in
We'll look high enough to see the rainbow's end
We'll play in the sunshine - we'll dance in the moonlight
We'll sing in the hard times
And find it on the wings - we'll find it on the wings of love

For every heart that breaks
There'll be joy that comes along to take its place
For every time we fall
A voice will pick us up to hear a higher call
We'll play in the sunshine - we'll dance in the moonlight
We'll sing in the hard times
And find it on the wings - we'll find it on the wings of love

May you encounter the word bloggity in your days, drink tea with the snowman, and find it on the wings,
Dustin

Comments

Susan said…
Dustin,

That was simply blogolicous.
March 1, 2009 at 4:50 AM
Adam said…
Liiiiving. unshaaakable... kiiiiiingDOMMMMM OF GOOOOOOOOOD OOOOOD... THE KINGDOM OF GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!

i remberz whenz u sang dat song. is purdy.
March 1, 2009 at 2:02 PM
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