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glee /gli/
–noun
1. open delight or pleasure; exultant joy; exultation.
2. an unaccompanied part song for three or more voices, popular esp. in the 18th century.

The past couple of days have:

been remarkable,
been unfamiliar,
been emotional,
ushered in a new era of spirituality.

I spoke with God again, really spoke. I cried. I thanked. I do not know what I believe entirely, but I do know that I believe in something and that thanking the world, cosmos, God, whatever one wants to label it... feels... good. I feel like I am returning to a place in my heart I thought I would never see again.

Much is on my mind and heart about connection, who I am, what I want, listening to heart and head alike, and feeling like life is perfectly bizarre and hysterical.

Tonight I watched two shows that brought me to a plane of hope, of gratitude, and of inspiration...

SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE
I think that dancers are art embodied and it was a visual and soul delight to watch the talented top 20 dance for the first "real" show of the season. It is the most talented reality show on the air in my opinion.

GLEE
This new show is already a favourite after one episode. Witty, eccentric, refreshing, and the songs and arrangements stir the senses. I cannot wait to see more stories and hear more material.

Art makes me breathe deeper and connect with another realm, a realm from which I walked away a few years ago out of fatigue and fear. It is time to let that fear go and start defining this exciting other world in my terms, listening to the intuition and inner voice I let atrophy.

No longer.

I feel like I am back again, only stronger, drenched in delicious soul hues I never knew were possible.

Being alive is remarkable... poppets.

I hope if you are reading this you have something in your life, your own personal glee, your communication with something that is beyond self, a place you can venture and paint with your kid's heart, that life is cuddling up beside you and saying, "Let's have fun."

Gleeful,
Dustin
P.S. One of the fun things about writing these musings is seeing how I have spelled some words incorrectly for my entire life. I pride myself on being an above average speller, but I have been spelling the word "atrophy" like "atrify". That is indeed wrong. It is not lost on me that a concept that means "a wasting away..." is spelled like a-trophy. Ha. Words are funny and my dear friends.

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