Holiday Homage Part Fifteen (Finale of a Series): An Invitation to the Reliquary (You)

Since November of 2007, this kaleidoscope of musings has provided a reliquary to store my emotional relics, house my newfound bounty of friendships and confidence, and to illuminate the darkest passages of my artist's soul.

This has been one of the most cathartic experiences: to write and find my "voice" in a new medium and share some of my story with you gracious and kind people.

To you, whomever you are, I thank you for reading...
for commenting...
for validating...

It has been an unforeseen blessing having you read the journey journal entries of my heart. I merely wanted to put in words my thoughts and sort through the murkiness and delights therein. The fact that some are interested in this and have been inspired by my narrative highlights the power of words and the internet. There is not sufficient language to express my gratitude over some of the comments I have received other than to simply say:

I thank you from the deepest recesses of my heart.

Love,
Dustin

Comments

The Unbroken Thread

Happy Christmas. It is upon us in this hour, this time, this day... after all the fuss, the frenetic pace, it smiles as it does each year finding us in some of the same places and in some different phases. I always flip through the rolodex of my life on this day, remembering the last 30 Christmases (well I guess I don't remember the first few that well) like they are all connected in one amazing thread charting my successes, my growth, my defeats, my darkness, and my light. Technically Christmas has not really begun. I have not done the ritual of heading to my Mom's and opening gifts and waltzing to see our Christmas film, but I have already been touched by Christmas. I write a lot, in this land of musings I have shared 257 writings with you, my friend, my reader spirits. Much has happened in these past two years, but let me simply write that I was not sure that I would ever enjoy Christmas again, ever really feel connected to it, no matter what I tried to do, I felt adrift ...

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

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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