Divinity (Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious)

I believe again...
I do not have a label for it and I do not think that it is necessary.
Divinity has knocked on the door of my soul and I have graciously and gratefully let him enter.

He presented himself:
Through "Mary Poppins, the Musical". I felt like a child and that magic is REAL.
Through the city of Chicago and its ability to make me feel as though I have finally found my HOME,
Through my original perfection, Jojo Joy, whom I could not adore more and do feel is my sister,
Through Josh, my writing mate and person for whom I possess tremendous artistic respect,
Through finding the lyric and melody to a song for my Dad,
Through discovering facets of my personality long dormant,
Through the new Harry Potter trailer (I already know that is going to be one of my favourite films),
Through this weather in the Natural State (There is divinity in design),
Through the ability to make children laugh everyday in my delightful li'l show,
Through the ability to hope and believe that there is something beyond all this, that if I believe enough in self, others, life, and dreams, I can manifest and draw to me situations that will pause, elate, grow, challenge, and rejuvenate ME....

I am ready. I am drawing the new to me like a wildfire magnet and it is GLORIOUS.

So much to do, so much to write, so much to sing...

I just had not jotted a musing in a while and I wanted to note the divine in my life.

Changes have thrown me about, the brambles along my path have scratched the joy within, but now I have found that I CONTROL how I react... now I look at the change and say,

"Nice to meet you, let's see where we can go together."

Life is, well, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and divine.

Love,
Dusty

P.S. Bea, we will miss you. Thank you for being a friend.

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