Mystery Blogger Award

Alas, I have been nominated for the Mystery Blogger Award. I will thank Emerging From The Dark Night for this. I would also like to thank the creator of the award, Okoto Enigma’s Blog

Rules

1. Place award logo in post-I found one in Google images not sure if it’s original
2. Name and link to creator of the award
3. Thank and link to the blogger that nominated you.
4. List the rules
5. Tell readers three things about yourself
6. Nominate 10-20 Bloggers. Notify by commenting on their blog
7. Ask 5 question of your nominees
8. Share link(s) to your best Post(s)

So Here we go! Three Things

1. I am 68 1/2″ tall
2. I walked 133,438 steps last week doing my job (self employed-Landscape Maintenance)
3. I miss the ocean

Answers

Where do you feel most at home? I’m am working toward and getting better at, Right Here!

What lights you up inside? Helping people

What has been your deepest heartbreak? Not having the drive or initiative to do as good as I could growing up.

What do you feel is one of your strengths? Curiosity

What is your favorite way of relaxing? A great meal out with friend(s)

My Nominees

Find Your Middle Ground

RobertCDay

FitRecovery

Real Life As An MSW

My Valiant Soul

A Soft Place to Rest

Orbis Marketing

Mitch Teemley

Cory Melancon

J-Dub’s Grin and Bear It

Questions for you

Favorite Movie-Mine is The Sting

Favorite musical artist- Mine is Joe Satriani

Best meal out what did you have and who were you with- For me there are too many to remember

Favorite Vacation Destination- Mine is Kaanapali Maui

Goofy Question Favorite Cartoon Character Mine is Tazmainian Devil- Loony Tunes

Best posts

Oh boy, this is going to hurt.

The Longing

What even is that?

So there you have it…Voila

1396. We not only need to have a deep respect for children; but also a deep respect for the child in everyone. ~C. JoyBell C.

This is so relevant for me. Natalie is a treasure and a consistent source of inspiration.

Sacred Touches

A grownup is
a child with layers on.
~Woody Harrelson

Do you think that child in you actually died at some point in time along the way of your growing and becoming an adult? Well, it didn’t! It is still alive and he/she needs to be nurtured for the betterment of your adult health and well-being. This does not mean you should behave in a childish manner nor give up your autonomy. But it never hurts every now and again to “Anticipate the day as if it were your birthday and you’re turning six again.” (Mike Dolan)

The right to play is one of the divine rights of men and women, of boys and girls, and is just as essential to the peace, happiness and prosperity of the world as is the right to pray. ~Silas X. Floyd

One of the virtues of being very young is that you don’t…

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“Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.” Pema Chodron

 

 

Opportunity Lost

I am contemplating the opportunity cost of coming to the conclusion that I know better how someone should be. How I would communicate to them how to overcome their current shortcomings. I must include myself in this erroneous activity.

In those thoughts, I have deprived myself of being here. I have made a judgment about theirs, and my own choices and responses that we’re engaged in.

Does he worry?

What delightful peace there is in viewing everything, including myself as being exactly as it is intended to be at this moment. My energy and being are more rewardingly expended in/on acknowledging the present. Enjoying that in its entirety, completely.

Life is Now! Be here now!

Up close petal touched with dew

Turn it Up!

Mine

What of me is mine? This body flesh and all will be consumed by the earth

What of my soul? surely belongs to God and is not mine and never was.

My actions are derived from what’s there for me to do and what my wants include, from that I may be compensated to barter for shelter and sustenance.

My thoughts, too are formed from desires and needs.

Then the urge to share, through communication of my native language in written form, is a drive that I cannot take credit for.

An appetite for nutritious food for my soul, reading expertly expressed ideas and experiences, discoveries, conjectures, and conclusions. voice instead

The curious and miraculous rhythm of nature and all that I am able to grasp of that. Engaging in work and physical activity, for no reason than to experience that and do it well.

Consider the patience and vigilance until they find something to grab onto

None of it can I claim is mine or belonging to me. What of you is yours?

 

What am I afraid of?

To be honest with you, I can’t put my finger on it. I’m fairly level headed, open-minded I am committed to improving myself. I still can’t shake the idea that I’ll be found to be unappealing, odd what have you. I am petrified at the thought of putting myself out there and opening myself up for disappointment and ridicule.

I like who I have become. I want to be counted on, to be thought about and anticipated. Perhaps, I should give myself more time. I’m still afraid.

The Path

Once I set foot on the path, the destination, became of no concern.
The objective became the experience of all that I encountered on my way
It became clear that it was not I that set foot on the path
But that I have been and am being led
The vistas breathtaking
The obstacles heartbreaking
Each touching my soul in ways destined to transform from bereft to unimaginable abundance
May you find you’re on yours