Gentle, gentle fingers tow a comb through my hair, a little shorter than it was last week. Sometimes, I'd be startled to notice how lost I'd become in wondering if these really are my hands and feet: do they belong to me? Does anything - the thoughts and feelings passing over and through me - belong to me?

We've arrived in this lifetime in human form. It was prescribed by generations before us we be taught - molded by facts - subjects of math, science, social studies... Even when my body was half its current size, a powerful Soul that I truly am had in store more lessons than anyone could have fit into a schoolroom, a house, or a hospital.

In dreams, I visited the palace suspended in some high, other-world. I recharged; cracked open this human heart and let that light of Being dissolve the preconceived stance of modern existence, trading it in for a fluid connection to my own essence. I thrive when the connection is strong, and I experience suffering, caused by the subtle violence (though not always) of self-rejection when it seemed there was no connection.

In part, I'm writing this knowing that there is an eternal truth that may change shape to be the appropriate teacher for my Soul, though it's that limited human ego that calls out "is" and "isn't."

Nothing makes me separate from BEING. I AM meant to see, feel, taste, hear... the Divine infused into every action, all my reflections, and in the words I share.

Each of us here, now, in human form, are the crowning glory of our own existence. We share a collective ability - perhaps a responsibility - to move beyond survival and personal identity to thrive as balanced, beautiful creators and creatures. Everything! as One spirit.

Will you claim your birthright to be truly, unequivocally happy? Right now. Right now.
Will you acknowledge the forgiveness in this human awakening? Right now!
Will mercy from that highest place within your agency bring out your infinite flow of treasures? It's all for you, baby.

Right now.

Hello Reader.
Thank you for joining me, for now I am becoming We, and We are becoming All of Us. This is a fresh-footed beginning for our reader-writer relationship; as you can probably see this is the first post on my page. You may be dithering electronically, slipping in and out of the LED parade, caught in your laptop's effulgence. If you've been searching for the One Blog to Rule All Blogs, then, this isn't it. Keep looking. At any rate though, if my commentary, artistic gifts, and good humor fit well into your social-intellectual-spiritual palette, so be it, and welcome.

Part recipe index, part art project, and part tidings from my heart, this blog is my pet and I will groom it, feed it, and keep it clean and warm. That is a promise, dear reader.

In the midst,
~Frost