This is the beginning of the first post. The stage is set, yet not without an inordinate amount of technical fussing and frustration, and I see the inclination toward wanting to create a grand entrance. Tada! Expectations - and possibly yours as much as mine. This *will be* amazing - right. But, as much as I have a vision, it is at heart about my life and for me that is just ordinary. I enjoy musing on my various thoughts and enjoy the process of compiling them into some coherent order and my hope is that for you, the reader, it will be the difference of perspective that provides interest and that my musings may give you something to think about. We are each of us unique and the exploration of our individual perspectives is what provides nutriment for our respective happiness and growth.

Prior to writing, I have been considering the general nature of beginnings and, by default, wandered into musing on the nature of time. When did this post begin? I opened by saying "This is the beginning..." and the tendency is to create, 'this' as a fixed, absolute point. And when did you begin? Can you posit a "this is the 'ME' beginning...?" "This is when I became (began becoming) mature" And now I begin gazing down the rabbit hole of the nature of identity. Who, or what, is this you that began? And when? Time and the sense of self will be two themes that repeatedly present themselves here.