Falling into my Hands

How did I fall into this life, this story of beauty?
I love tonight... Brie, Jer, Jamie, and I (and others) had a surprise party for Duvall. Just like anyone born on Christmas day, Duvall "got the shaft" (and not in the gay fun way) on his birthday.

It was a blur and such fun trying to throw together this soiree. And Duvall was surprised and seemed to have a great time.

I must say that I cannot recall when I have been this happy at this time of the year.

I love my friends.
I love my jobs.
I am loved in many places.
I love myself.
I am happy about Christmas.
I get to have fun nights with my friends.
I love my house.
I love my room.
And I just love life and the blessings that keep falling into my hands, and am so grateful that I have lived long enough to know when something is precious and possess the awareness to cuddle with that particular moment, knowing that it is potentially fleeting and that I am living my truth RIGHT NOW.

Such liberation I feel and to know it at this time of the year, a time that has seen me feeling my darkest, is even sweeter, purer, deeper, and more miraculous.

My friends, I am living my Christmas miracle and I could not be happier.

Much love, hope, truth, joy, bliss, peace, and awareness to you.

Live your ideal life now. Let no one tell you it cannot be done. There is no cannot, only can,
Dustin

PSfP: It feels AMAZING to be writing again and sharing my journey journals, really it does.

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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

Call to Action

This past Saturday I, with thousands of others across the country, attended a protest/rally of Proposition 8 and Act I (the adoption ban in Arkansas). My dear allies in this battle were Jay, Karen, their joyous son Quin, our mutual friend Greg, Amanda, Carter, Sarah Jane, Liz, and the brave Arkansans that showed up for the rally on the steps of our Capitol. It was bitterly cold and grey, but within I was ignited with passion and newfound purpose. As I listened to the stories of my fellow brothers and sisters, gay, straight, bisexual, transgendered, I was struck by the power of the many speaking as one. Then I began to visit my own story and was struck at how far I have come... to think back fourteen years ago when I had my brother tell my parents that I happened to be gay because I was so frightened as to what they would think, say, how they could ever love me, this abomination.... To now, a man standing with his friends and proclaiming "This is our right, What you have done is ...

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