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.

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

And With This, Farewell

This blog has been a dear friend to me. I am not good at farewells, but truly this is anything but. I look at it like this - I love the phoenix, the symbolism of it all, the power of rebirth. Hence why I named my blog/musing screen after one. :-) So, I am leaving this particular blog to start another one, one that fits me NOW, the one that I can share in a new way. So this feels right. Thanks to those who have read my musings throughout the years. I hope you follow me to my new musing home entitled THE TWELVE THAT IS DUSTIN BAYLAN. Yes, I am changing the name, the story of that is on the new blog for you to read. Here is the link: http://dustinbaylan.wordpress.com/ Much love, much hope and joy again, much potential... Winks and smiles of the Cat that is Cheshire, Dustin Baylan

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