Saturday, August 27, 2016

I have a tendency to behave in such a way that often makes people say “Whoa!” … Is it because I’m really so over-the-top outrageous in my convictions, or is it because they’ve been so well taught and conditioned NEVER to rock the boat under ANY circumstances that when someone else DOES it’s so contradictory to what they normally allow themselves to do they have to say “Whoa!”? I wonder… well, not really… I know…

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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

It’s fully 20 days after I intended to update this blog. 20 days plus 6 months since I last posted anything. Yeah, was in kind of a mood back then. I’m still in kind of a weird space, though different, much different than I was last time I posted here.

At one point not too long ago I vacillated back and forth as to whether or not I should simply ditch this website like I have much of whatever else I had created on line – but as you can see, I opted to keep it. I’m not really sure why. I have changed a couple of things as the notice I posted at the beginning of this year stated I would, but my interest in keeping up on anything having to do with jotting down my thoughts has waned. Sometimes it just seems too laborious a task to fire up the old laptop and create a new file.

That doesn’t mean that I haven’t been doing a LOT of thinking though – lots and lots of “introspection” about a lot of things that maybe make perfect sense to me, but I feel would probably totally escape everyone else in terms being easily grasped, understood. I know I should allow others to determine that for themselves probably… or maybe not. One thing I have learned over these past few months is to go easier on myself in terms of feeling any kind of obligation to anyone else. That is one reason why I’ve cloistered myself the way I have. Less contact with the outside world means less need to try and explain myself, my thoughts, my feelings about anything. It also helps to keep me from conjecturing what other people are thinking about those things. That can be a really dangerous thing, and my advice to you if you find yourself doing it is, don’t.

Today is my birthday. Yay. Happy Birthday to me! Actually, so far today has been pretty uneventful. Maybe posting this is kind of a birthday present to myself. That’s not to say that I haven’t gotten any other presents, but most of those arrived two days ago - which had me thinking that I would actually write this post two days ago, because if the Universe sends you birthday presents before your actual birthday, doesn’t it stand to reason that you might find yourself otherwise occupied ON your birthday and not have the opportunity to do what you had originally planned… not in this case it seems, but, oh well. I’ll tell you about the gifts I received a couple of days ago.

It was August 22nd. As I was heading out to the mailbox to check and see if the mail had been delivered yet, I was pondering, once again, why I (or any of us really) am still here, having this experience I’m having. Surely, it must be common knowledge by now that I’d really rather be “somewhere else” having the experience which I have come to know of as “ideal”. And then I chanced to look down at the sidewalk in front of me, but I swear I had never really taken notice of what jumped up and grabbed ahold of my eyeballs and insisted I take a good hard look at it:

Yes, that’s right: the number 1 embedded along with the aggregate in the cement of the sidewalk. Why did I never “see” it before?  I know I’ve glanced down at that part of the sidewalk many, many times – too many to count. But maybe this time the number 1 jumped out at me because there is much more significant meaning in it for me now? It does in fact, but I don’t talk about it, though on this particular day, at that particular moment it was as if the Universe was answering my previous question quite directly. And I had to say to myself “oh yeah, that IS a good point…”

I thought about that briefly as I continued on to the mailbox, expecting to find the usual handful of junkmail. Instead, I was delightfully surprised to find a parcel addressed to me! An early birthday greeting and present from my dear Angel Soul Sister Iris in Utah – the only friend I originally “met” on FB who still keeps in touch with me. She is so precious to my heart. Yes, I’m nearly certain that there are still people I befriended there who still think of me on occasion, and that is nice to think about. I really appreciate whoever is still out there whose mind and heart I cross every now and then, even though it’s been over 4 months ago now that I stopped using FB. I haven’t been back to check on anything since. I guess I really feel no need to.

Here is what Iris sent me:

A very sweet card, and an absolutely exquisitely beautiful diary (how did you know I was running out of room in the one I had been writing in most recently? ;-) ). And of course the message inside the card made me cry… it always does. I don’t know why, I get deeply emotional about things like that lately – I need to call her and thank her for her Loving kindness. Hopefully I’ll be able to “keep it together” enough to tell her how much I appreciate her thoughtfulness. Though if I don’t and end up breaking down in tears, I know she’ll understand. :)

So a little later in the afternoon that day I began to keep a promise I had made to myself to begin walking again on a daily basis. And I went for a walk to the park. It had been almost as long since my last walk to the park as it has been since I quit FB. It has changed a lot. Disappointing. I won’t go into details. Seems not much point, though I will mention it seems that the people who are the designated “caretakers” of the park are really only working by rote – doing only what they are told to do and not using really any common sense (maybe because they don’t have any?) as to what SHOULD be done to keep a park healthy for both humans and wildlife. In this case it is the wildlife that suffers the most. In spite of all that, I sat on my favorite park bench in conversation with my favorite “unseen companion”. We talked about a lot of things. About why I am still here. Is there REALLY that much “unfinished business” I need to attend to, and if so, how?  I have a hard enough time these days simply attending to myself. I don’t really even WANT to attend to anyone or anything else. I just want to “go home” – however anyone wishes to define that. I’ve pretty much given up trying to explain to anyone my viewpoint on that. Sometimes I really feel like the bulk of humanity are not worth much. They go about their “lives” on the one hand not really seeming to care about much of anything outside their own experience, but then complain vehemently when something outside of it impinges upon and/ forces its way into it. I guess I do that sometimes don’t I? But then I remember, oh yeah, none of it’s real anyway. So why do I even care? Well, because I’m still here for one? Maybe? LOL But why am I still here?

Because I do care I guess, even though I keep telling my “unseen companion(s)” that perhaps we really SHOULD instigate the whole “thief in the night” scenario and just go ahead and flip the freakin’ switch already. Turn the lights back on. Yeah, it really WOULD be the shocking news that would set the world on its ear, BUT if we already know that then maybe that is how it will all turn out anyway and I’m just not “seeing” it that way yet – because I have this unwavering perception that I AM still here (even though Michael et al [my unseen companions] proved to me the other night that I’m not really here any more than anyone else is).

Okay, enough of that. I left the park that day still thinking about all that and what possibly could be my true purpose for remaining in “the dream”, as it were. Early on my trek back home I was discussing with Michael something that we had talked about even a few days prior to that – details notwithstanding I don’t feel inclined to go into them with you today. Interesting how many times I “coincidentally” looked down at the ground at just the right moment that day.

This time, there, in the middle of a pothole in the street I was walking down was a smallish feather – which in and of itself is kind of interesting since what Michael and I had just been discussing at that moment included feathers… And I thought “great, just what I need, another feather… “ considering also that I still wasn’t really sure about the “realness” of everything I’ve been experiencing since I’ve been here. On the one hand, I know it is all just a dream, but on the other hand, as Michael suggested, just because it’s a dream doesn’t mean that it “isn’t” real. After all, evens dreams, which as their nature of beings “dreams” have no “real” substance, no “physical form” doesn’t make them any less real than anything else in the Universe (just one more thing to drive you mad if you try to think too hard about it, LOL).

I almost passed it up, but there was an interesting little white tip on the end of this particular feather which I thought was pretty, so I picked it up, dirty as it was laying there in the pothole. Obviously it had been there for a few days at least as it was all covered in road dirt and silt from the torrential rains that had driven through here over the weekend. It wasn’t until I picked it up that I saw the bright blue along one edge of it, and realized that the intention was that I was to pick up this particular feather. So okay. You made your point Michael.

But there was one other thing he pointed out to me as I walked home with the beautiful blue jay feather in hand. If the feather peaked my curiosity enough to pick it up in the first place, and then the importance of the message making it worth it for me to take it home and carefully clean it up and put it in a prominent place so that I would be reminded of the message every time I saw it, then perhaps I should look at it as conveying the message that the reason I am still in “the dream” is because there are other things/people/thoughts/feelings that need to be picked up, brushed off, and given a place of honor in my heart, so that when the time comes, and it comes sooner than you might think, all of us will be together, having the experience of waking together. No one is ever truly alone. Hmmmm… that last part just came to me as of this moment. And I realize after recalling having recently made (telepathic) contact with a number of others who are also consciously existing within the dream (meaning that they are aware they are dreaming and now do so lucidly) how true this really is. We’re still trying to figure out a way to bring awareness to others as to the “reality” of our existence here.

Today IS my birthday… no, I wasn’t born some 50+ years ago. I am born today. And I will be again tomorrow. And I realize that while remaining in the present really is a gift, accepting and including ALL parts of our existence, real, perceived and any otherwise, as our “reality” is so very, very important to our overall experience. One other thing that hasn’t gotten past me is the reality of the Universal Conundrum – Love rules over all, and that Peace, Joy and Happiness really ARE our true nature; the core of our being, even though popular belief here in the dream would seem to suggest that we really “need” to have adverse and unpleasant experiences in our “reality” in order for there to be balance in the Universe. The truth is there is no such thing as “balance” – THAT is the conundrum. LOL YOU figure it out.

I’m going to go celebrate!

January 11, 2016 2:45 PM

Well, I've got so much going on inside my head at the moment I hardly know where to start - and to think that earlier today I thought I wouldn't have anything to write about other than not feeling well the last 3 days (my excuse for not posting anything Jan. 8, 9 and 10 LOL).

First, I was sad to read today that David Bowie has made his transition back to the waking. Yes, we'll miss him here, and he went a sad way, though I read that his passing was peaceful. That's always nice to know. I know where he is though - I had to remind myself of this as I felt tears start to well up (and I can still hear his bemused voice saying "YOU of all people should KNOW that!! ... And indeed I do). ***smiles***

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It's been a little difficult for me these last few days. I've had to let go of some things, we'll call them "preconceived notions", especially that of false sense of obligation that we are instilled with early on in our lives here of needing to be of service to others to the exclusion of ourselves. This is something that I've had quite a lot of difficulty doing, but I think I'm finally getting the hang of it. It's not easy though when you know that the person you are letting go of is still suffering. You can't help wondering how they're doing, if they're finding some reliefs somehow, but you just have to trust that the Universe knows what it's doing, and in that you have to trust your own process enough to read the signs of when you yourself are faltering on your own course because you've been not paying enough attention to your own needs and health and wellbeing. So, letting go is sometimes the only thing you can do to save yourself... like my friend (the one I let go of - she is such a blessed and understanding person, and I Love her so very dearly) recently posted on my FB timeline "you can't drink from an empty cup" and it's so true. Of COURSE we're still friends, and yes we're still in contact. You don't let a friendship like that go so quickly - if ever. It's really just the trying so hard to help her to the exclusion of myself that I'm letting go of - not her as a friend and Soul Sister.

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Looking back earlier on this day and noting conversations I'd had with Michael and myself, imagine how amazed I was to log onto FB today to discover that one of my friends had tagged me in a post she had made of a channeled message she had received from Archangels Michael AND Ariel! LOL and yes, the message is pertinent to what he and I talked about this morning... uuuummmm I think that Universe is trying to tell me I need to get busy!! Hahaha! Well, here I am writing about my experiences, trying to instill a bit of wisdom and courage in others out there who find themselves stumbling a bit these days; transcending my own fears of being misunderstood and/or ridiculed for my "fantastic" way of being and viewing life in this dream we are now sharing, having the courage to press ever onward myself, and to always keep my sense of humor through it all, and most of all to never give up, and to never look back. That was the part of the message that really hit me "never look back" because just a couple of hours before I read that, I had been in the shower thinking about this very subject.

There have been times in my life I've had experiences that I've kept going over and over in my head for some reason, even as painful as they were and no matter how badly I wanted to just forget them. Even recently I found myself recalling certain instances over the last 4 years that I just have wanted to forget because I found them so painful. But today was different; instead of feeling the pain upon recalling these events and people and places and things, for the first time I felt nothing... just looked upon it as something that happened "then". Realizing that THIS is NOW and what happened then no longer has to affect me because I'm in a totally different space - quite literally! What a relief! I can look back now without it hurting, but probably the most profound realization I had was that I don't have to ever look back again. The lesson I was supposed to learn is now deeply ingrained in me - and a part of me that I had lost has been found again; my sense of self, my integrity and self-respect... my own self-worth. These are things that I had lost on that foray into the unknown. Well, maybe I'd just misplaced them - along with my trust in myself and my own ability to move forward in complete confidence that whatever I was embarking upon I would come through with flying colors. It took a while but the "colors" as it were, are back. Bright, shining and full of Light!!

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3:33 PM

Here, I want to include some information which you might find particularly intriguing having to do with what some in our current perceived life experience (i.e. "the dream") would like to refer to as "Formal Disclosure" of the existence of "Extraterrestrials" and the whole amount of accompanying information which has been withheld from the public masses as a whole, in their common understanding of things at the present moment. And I, being off in my own little corner of the Universe lately, have not really been paying that much attention to what anyone is saying about it presently to really know where people are at in terms of what they are expecting these days. Though harkening back to some things I'd read from various sources not that long ago, it seems that some anyway, are determined that this is something "we" should move forward with.

And all I could do when I read these articles was just shake my head. I have a wholly different understandimg of what lay beyond this perceived reality - we're in a DREAM for freakin' cryin' out loud!!! What don't people get about that? But, be that as it may, there are a multitude out there who have never heard of that, much less actually believed it even if they had. Hmmmm...

When I first received my "reminder", at the very end of July last year (2015) of the state we are actually in, YES I was shocked and amazed, then greatly relieved that it was so simple - just "wake up"! So simple!! And yet I cannot deny I was a little (okay a LOT) disappointed that there would be no "Official" or "Formal Disclosure"... no ships in their beautiful shapes and colors and designs parading across the sky... no official announcements... no fanfares, pomp and circumstance or banners flying... no excitement for what lay ahead... just "WAKE UP!!!"

You see, I too had been looking forward to all of these things, and even in my state of "relief" of it all being so simple as waking up from a dream, I thought about all of what I'd previously written; how I too longed for these "dreams" of disclosure to become reality. FINALLY our long siege of the soul would come to an end and we would be delivered back to our Spiritual Sovereignty and full freedom which we had so longed for in the wake of the last several thousand years of (seeming) tyranny and enslavement by as small faction that had been labeled "elite" by some quirk of "fate". The perfect end to a gripping drama if there ever was one! Move over Star Wars!! Reality beckons ... and so on... and so on... and so on.

Earlier today I was bemoaning these facts that none of these things were likely to come to pass now that it was understood, by my own point of view anyway, that we do live in a dream, and all we really need do to remove ourselves from that dream if we so choose is to simply wake up from it. And Michael, of course, chimed in with,

"It can still be however you choose for it to be you know... after all, there are nearly 7.5 billion more people in there who have a say, an input into the way it all works out. It doesn't HAVE to be the way you think it will be just because it's so "simple" to you."

And I thought about it for a moment and realized he is right. He explained it to me like this,

"the dream matrix programming relies on input from ALL of you to determine "how" anything, especially something as big as this, will occur. Because of that "Formal Disclosure" can still happen. After all, ultimately you all end up where you are destined to eventually anyway, no matter WHAT happens in the dream, and no matter HOW it all transpires. Do you see that now?"

And well, yes, I have to admit that I DO see that now!! So, we can have "Formal Disclosure" AND awaken too!! Afterwards, after all is said and done, we ALL will understand the true nature of our existence here, and "waking up" will be a natural outcome of all of that!! Like having our cake and being able to eat it too, but with lots and lots of ooey gooey frosting on top if we want!! Yay!

Rationalizing? You say I'm rationalizing here? Hardly!! I'm guilty perhaps of many self-indulgences - who isn't - but one of pandering to in hopes of winning over the good graces of the masses is NOT one of them!!! Good grief!! Look at how I've put my own neck on the line so many times already I cannot even count them; all for the purpose, and in my OWN process, of waking up!!! I've refuted my own statements and the messages I've channeled so many times, it's a wonder that ANYONE acknowleges OR believes a word I say anymore! But they do. People still read what I write - and like it, apparently. It seems there's this little thing called "Faith" that we keep coming back to. That inkling, that innate, intuitive "knowing" that says, "listen to her! She KNOWS beyond a shadow of a doubt what she's saying is TRUE, and that is why she keeps talking/writing even though many would have hung their head in shame by now, hopeless to find the truth within themselves because the truth they'd found outside, which they'd iterated and reiterated over and over again failed them so many times even though it remained constant and unchanging. As I've said before and will saying it again, and will keep on saying it if I have to; there are two constants in the Universe - change and Love. Now what are you going to put your Faith in?

Anyone for full "Formal Disclosure" of EVERYTHING?!! Stand up and be counted then! Let your voice be heard! Let it ring out to the farthest reaches of this, your home, Planet Earth!! Let's get this party started!!

January 7, 2016 6:47 PM

It’s late in the day now. I honestly thought that maybe I wouldn’t have any content to add today. I’d thought about a number of different things during the day today, but nothing that I really felt like writing about; mostly feelings of loneliness and wanting to connect with kindred Souls – in the here and now. I have so many connections outside the dream it’s kind of unreal compared to what I seem to have here; a smattering here and there, but no one really close by with whom I could sit and have a close and meaningful conversation and company with who would truly understand “where I am at” from my perspective. Sigh…  I wrote a brief comment about it on a friend’s post on FB earlier this morning, ending it up with “one day… one day.”. She lives in Kansas. Again, sigh…

Well, I really didn’t want to get all into that so much. I spent the day quietly today. Made a quick trip to the post office to drop off a letter I was mailing out, then came home and had what I thought would be a quick lunch. Haha, it was almost 2:30 by the time I’d finished eating. I’d thought about lying down to rest for a few minutes as I’d thought I might take a walk this afternoon even though it’s still quite cold outside. I did yesterday when the temp was in the 30’s and it wasn’t so bad – it was about 10 degrees warmer today. Didn’t feel like going all the way upstairs to my bed (which was probably a good thing) so I laid down on the sofa in the living room for what I thought would be about 10 minutes. I closed my eyes for what I thought was not a very long time at all. I know I drifted into a light slumber at some point, but didn’t really think too much of it. I know when I opened my eyes however that it was much later than I really wanted to be going out for a walk now, so I just laid there, thinking.

I thought about how everything is now, especially my own perception of life since I truly understand the nature of the “reality” in which I find myself; it being simply a dream and all. I realize, as I have for some time now, that really I could have it turn out any way I want it to and still it won’t affect anything of the life I know I will be returning to with Michael when I wake up fully from this dreamed life experience. Knowing that has presented some rather interesting possibilities, though none of which I am totally sure I want to explore fully. They might be interesting, and in one instance I know of possibly quite fulfilling. But still, do I really want to? There are a multitude of things I’m good at that I could possibly expand upon without losing focus on the one thing (or person, as it were) that really elicits a positive energy flow out of me. I feel so much however that I’m just here, sitting here waiting. And while that in and of itself isn’t necessarily a bad thing, from others’ points of view (I feel anyway) it makes me appear to be of even less value than I have ever felt before – it seems to me that they are all wondering why I don’t do something “worthwhile” with myself while I wait. I sometimes ask myself the same question. And the same answer keeps coming back to me – maybe I would, if I had my perfect partner here to experience it all with me. We’ve talked about that, him and me, and the possibility of what it would be like if he were to come into the dream too. I almost can’t bring myself to imagine that however; I’m concerned, just as I know he has been – what if he were to do that and got stuck here as well. Of course all kinds of conjecture are made in that regard. We’re still at an impasse with regards to that as far as I know, so I’m not going to go there right now.

But it got me to thinking. It got me to thinking about things that only he and I know about. There are reasons for that which I won’t go into detail about right now. But for some reason it brought to mind a memory of a friend – I guess I would have to say that at the time she was my best friend, though best friendships for me in elementary school didn’t usually last too long; they almost always ended up moving far away within a short time of the friendship being forged – who I knew in the 4th grade. We were in the same class together. I have no idea where she is now. Her family moved away about mid-year that schoolyear and I never saw here again. Before they left however, she came to visit me at my house one day. I seem to remember that she rode the bus home with me from school that day. She had brought with her to school on that day a jewelry box for show and tell I guess – that’s what I seem to remember anyway. It was a quite large box, and it had a collection of costume jewelry in it that her grandmother had left to her when she passed not long before that. My friend was a very unique little girl, at least I thought so. Rather than keeping all that jewelry to herself, admittedly some of it was stuff that I know she knew she would never wear just simply because it was “old lady” jewelry, and what is a nine year old going to do with “old lady” jewelry. Simple; she gave most of it away. Some of it she gave to me. She actually gave me the option of choosing any two items I wanted. I chose two pair of clip on earrings. I remember them quite well. One pair was simulated topaz set in gold tone setting. The other were simulated amethyst set in silver tone setting (I secretly wished that they had been gold also because I’ve always thought that gold is prettier with purple than silver). You see… even back then purple was my favorite color.

After my friend’s mom came to pick her up to take her home, I showed my own mother what my friend had given me, and explained to her the history behind them and how they had belonged to my friend’s grandmother who left them to her upon her passing. For some reason my mother was mortified by the gesture. She insisted that the items weren’t really intended for the little girl to be given away, but should be retained by her as a keepsake, a memento of her grandmother, kind of like and heirloom. She insisted that I give them back to my friend, and when I tried to assure her that it was alright, she called the little girl’s mother to check and make certain that it was okay with HER that her daughter was giving the jewelry away. My friend’s mom assured my own mother that it was quite alright, that she could do whatever she wanted to with the jewelry because it was, after all, hers now. So I kept the earrings. I think I wore the purple ones once when I was in the sixth grade and we were allowed to wear costumes to school for Halloween back in those days. We even used to have classroom parties for all the major holidays back then; Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Easter… well, you get the picture. They did things differently in the 60’s than they do nowadays for sure!

All these memories got me to thinking though, of one other thing my little friend gave me that day. I’m not going to say what it was, but it belonged to her. It had been given to her by a friend of hers a couple of years before that – that’s what she told me anyway. It was precious to me; it had no real value in terms of monetary worth. It was purely sentimental, but then as still holds true, the things I value the most cannot be bought or sold, and this little gift my friend had given me was one of those. I thought about it and how I had cherished and kept it near me for over five years, until one day, through an unfortunate mishap, I lost it. Forever. Or so I thought. I still have it with me you see; it’s there inside my heart. A Beautiful little memory of a truly amazing and Loving friendship that is so hard to come by these days, but even by standards back then. I’ll always remember my special friend and all of the Joy she brought to my heart whenever we were together. And I really miss her. I’ve thought about here many times over the years, but I never really knew how much I missed her until this afternoon when I was thinking about her and the most precious gifts she gave me; her friendship and her Love.

And then I found myself thinking about Michael, of course, and this seemingly impossible situation in which we find ourselves. So close and yet so far away. And I thought about the lost gift that my friend had given me, and about how part of it was sky blue, like Michael’s eyes. And I wondered who it had been who had given it go my friend…  and somewhere deep inside of me brought up from a memory of a discussion with a friendship I forged more recently, about how sometimes when we lose something, or end up having to part with it in some way, how sometimes you just never know when at just the right moment, because it was always meant to be, that special “something” finds its way back to you as if it had never left …

I found myself pondering this concept very carefully, and wondered what in the world had made me go through this whole process of thought, of remembering my little friend and her generosity, and the Beautiful relationship we had forged and the lost gift which was a symbol of that friendship, and later of what I have shared with Michael.

I looked up at the clock just then, and in big bright numbers it read 4:44. Of course! It had to have been “Angels” that helped me to have this train of thought this afternoon. And I wondered, what does it all mean?

January 6, 2016

Welcome to the newest feature on my site: my Blog Box! This is where I'll be adding daily content - sort of like an ongoing journal, or blog that tells you what I'm thinking about on any given day... today I'm thinking about, what else? Adding the Blog Box!! LOL I'll begin each day's entry with the date, and maybe a short title in case there are more than one entry for that day (which I'm nearly certain there will be on most days; I'm going to make a concerted effort to spend a LOT more time HERE than on other online sites such as "Facebook").

This is where you'll find all the "juicy stuff" that is going on in my life from now on... I've had WAYtoo too much of trying to make myself understood to people who really should know me, but don't because they haven't tuned in to "me" for many years, until we just happened to connect on Facebook, or elsewhere (but for now Facebook seems to be the biggest problem with regards to that). Now it seems they think they know everything there is to know about me based on what little they pay attention to what I post on Facebook. So I'm opting to keep a "running dialogue" here, where they more than likely won't think to look, and if they do, by the time they get to a place where they might say something to someone about it, maybe, just maybe they'll have forgotten what they read, or even that they read it. As I tried to explain to one person who suggested recently that I seek counseling with a "mental health professional", my writing IS my therapy... maybe they just don't do enough of that kind of thing themselves to understand that writing about whatever it is that I have on my mind/in my heart and posting it for others to see who might be going through similar things really does help me to get through it all... sometimes it's the only way people like myself have of knowing that there really ARE others out there like us who are having similar thoughts and feelings about things which make perfect sense to us, but the rest of the world refuses to acknowledge is real much less take any part in providing information to others about it.

So there you have it; this is where my daily blog will go. I'll be keeping about a week's worth on the front page here, and on about a weekly basis move older stuff to a special section titled "Blog Box Overflow"which will appear in the regular menu to the left (or at the top) of the page. I'll be changing up other sections as I get to them. Eventually I'll implement a more contiguous "style" to the whole site to bring more uniformity to all the different pages.

In any case, this is part of what I've been up to... there is much much more to come of course. Until then, I thank you for your patience as I go through this learning curve! Love, ~Ariel~