Holiday Homage Part Thirteen: Sleep

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Consciousness: that annoying time between naps. ~Author Unknown

If there were an award for sleep, I would sweep the awards circuit. No one can compare to the artist of slumber, that being me. Sometimes, I wish that life took place in a gigantic bed. We would all live in pajamas and don our blankets as cloaks. If I ever were a superhero, I am quite sure that my power would have something to do with sleep and my costume would be in the pajama family. I derive strength in sleep, napping, relaxing, and I wish that I could dwell there more often. I love the feel of pajamas against the skin and curling under a few comforters and blankets and slowly drifting off into a world that is unknown and ever-changing.

I can sleep whenever I want and I find such refuge beneath the sheets, dreaming, hoping, remembering, and forgetting.

In the past few months, It has been a welcome treat to sleep and rejuvenate.

Hoping your Holidays are filled with the quietness, the nakedness of sleep,
Dustin

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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

Holding the Key

Only I am solid ground. Those whom I love - the new, the familiar - can be my circle, my connections... but the connection to self is the key I have been missing. Peace fills me as I hold the key and begin to unlock the doors of my life. Only I am solid ground and I embrace the beauty of me. Dustin

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