My Mama is Better than Your Mama

I just had a lunch with my beloved Mother aka Mama. (Yes, I still call her Mama.)

She is vivacious, wonderful, and will always be one of the most dynamic, incredible people on the planet.

It brings me joy to see her so damn happy. And she is cuter than ever.

My day is perfect just because we ate at my house, (I actually cooked - okay, it was a pizza and corn, but it counts!) watched most of the first episode of "How I Met Your Mother" (I like bringing others into my obsession chamber), and talked.

We are going to make this a weekly event. Goodness, she is such a dear soul.

So, to Janet Lee Darling, I dedicate this musing, telling the world that I will always love you. (Yes, like the song... but a little less belty.)

Wishing you a love as pure as the one I have for my Mama,
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

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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