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Yesterday was YAYrrific!

School. Likey. Again. Needed. Muchly.

(I decided that I must jump in again this term and not waste my money or time. Although I cannot possibly know what the term shall bring, it was exciting to be there early and ready to go like I was when I liked school. And I did enjoy the two classes that I have attended thus far. So this was a victorious moment for me. I need to hunker on down and study and all that mess that one does as a good student.)

Show. Great. Love. Singing.

(That is rather self-explanatory, but I often find in the third week or so, I really start "chewing" the material and find a comfortable balance of being familiar with the material and seeking to live in the moment as if I do not know where the material's journey shall lead. I love this portion of a run, where you know you can deliver and can start bathing in the nuances and actions of the character.)

Novel. Wow. Lush. Heart. New. Words.

(I am currently reading "The Time Traveler's Wife" and am enamored by Audrey Niffenegger's lush and musical writing style. I am only 61 pages in, but I am already a fan of this story and of her noteworthy talent. She used the term, "elsewhen" in the story. "...I realize he's been elsewhen.")

Elsewhen. Magical. True.

I am abandoning the parentheses for this entry. I was struck at the use of the word "elsewhen". It is a beautiful word that makes me think of some magical land called Elsewhen where unicorns drink from the fuschia lake of promise.

It also made me think how often have I been living elsewhen, not really in the moment, bounding about in the land of fantasy and whimsical daydreams instead of being PRESENT in this life. Let me articulate that I think daydreams are essential to clean and good living. I just wanted to write that saying... ha. I am a lover of imagination, but sometimes I neglect the other realm of my life.

So, yesterday, I lived in the day, enjoyed the tick-tocks as they came, and did not travel elsewhen.

And I got to talk funny like a British lad in love and get paid to do it.

Life is wonderful,
Dustin

Postscripts for poppets: I chose this picture for no other reason than it just looked "right" and fit. Perhaps it is a picture of Elsewhen, the magical realm or is a place where one can visit and bathe in the moment, let time wash over him like the gift it is.

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