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The Child that Speaks to My Heart and Other Notes of Interest




Sometimes there is nothing better than curling up in bed, devoured by blankets, and watching a beloved show and resting.
I have been quite the hermit the past few weeks. I find such quiet passion and strength being alone and still, just being.

Random notes abound:

I got a long overdue haircut and it transformed my self image. Funny how a haircut can do that, huh?

I have navigated my way through seasons 1-3 of "The West Wing" again. What a thought-provoking and deeply inspirational series that is.

I am officially a 13 year old girl. I am a fan of "High School Musical 3". It is fun and made me smile the past weeks when I had endured a slew of smile-less days.

I feel as though I have just shut down (not in a depressed way) to recharge and re-calibrate. It is nice to be in a place where you are the only entertainment that you need... to be self-sufficient.

Living with my dear friends has been a blessing: it makes me feel part of a family once more and that is a beautiful thing. I love them and am smitten with their son Quin. He is just a perfect representation of joy and childlike wonder. When I have been down the past few weeks, he has energized my spirit with his adorable:

"Hiiiii!"

I love him in a way that is new to me. He is special.

I hope that you find a person in your life that brings you the inescapable joy that I have experienced through Quin.

Enough said for now,

Dustin

Comments

May Belle Aarons said…
Hmm, I shall have to consider seeing HSM. Considering I am a 13 year old girl. :-)
December 8, 2008 at 6:23 PM
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