The Serenade of Simple

I just opened the shades in my room for the second time and when I did I saw such a glorious sight.

It was as if I were looking at my own personal Hallmark card.

There were roses blooming, the most vibrant crimson set against the deep hunter green of the leaves and a bird gracefully flew by, welcoming me to the afternoon and the neighborhood. It took me aback, it truly did.

So I am drinking in this picturesque Monday afternoon.

During this I was singing "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge. I am performing it at a wedding this weekend. I also was enjoying the films and music of "Pocahontas" and "Sister Act".

I loved those films years ago and was swept up in them all for different reasons. It is funny how life is circular. I spent today doing what I did years upon years ago, belting my way through an exquisitely nuanced love theme, wishing I could paint with all the colors of the wind, and breaking it down to the music at a joyous convent.

There are no words for how much I love music, it is like my second skin, my heart, my breath, my strength, my companion, my harbour amidst the chaos.

I think that "Come What May", "Just Around the Riverbend", "Colors of the Wind", "If I Never Knew You" (now seamlessly put back into the film -- If you have seen or heard this tune, rent the film NOW... it makes the film stronger), "Savages", and "I Will Follow Him" are some of my most beloved musical treasures.

A simple, hearftelt, and refreshing day of film, grocery shopping (I always feel secure and safe when I have all my food stocked up in the fridge and cabinets), song, rose adoration, and bird watching.

The rose is my favourite flower. It speaks to my soul. Such beautiful creations... one never knows when one will stumble upon the next treasure.

Ahhhhhh,

Dustin

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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

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

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