Tag: Thanks

Award Acceptance

I don’t do all the steps within the reward because of its length; however, I absolutely need to shout out some love to the following.

Beckie’s Mental Mess for nominating me for the Blogger Recognition Award

Two pieces of advice I’d give other bloggers is this:

  1. Don’t force yourself to write. If you feel a dry spell is happening, surround yourself with that which most inspires you.
  2. Support other bloggers with reading, likes, but mostly comments. By doing so, you gain a support system and accountability team. You also have valuable resources at your fingertips.

I also need to thank Carol at Therapy Bits for nominating me for the Blogger Recognition Award

Two additional pieces of advice I’d give new bloggers is the following:

  1. Blogging will take you through seasons, as does everything else in life, but don’t give up. The seasons will change, again.
  2. Finding your niche is the most important part about blogging. Pick a topic on your fiercely passionate list.

Namasté 🙏🏼

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Many Thanks 4 Awards

I’ve unintentionally gotten distracted from posting responses to awards 😦

Please accept my apology and truly sincerest thank you to those of you who’ve nominated me!!!

I know I have been nominated for three, possibly 4, in the last couple of months!!

I’m grateful and dearly humbled by each one! I’m so appreciative that you, my followers, feel Im deserving of such recognition!

When I started blogging, I didn’t know what to expect… But, I know I didn’t think this expierence would have been as positive, encouraging, refreshing, challenging, exciting, and humbling as it had been!!

You all add your own unique taste to this mixing pot of talent, and I’m so blessed to belong here 🌸🌸

With Love, Nova Namaste

Valiantly

The soldier stood tall,

awaiting his Medal of Honor:

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Feared not what came before him.

He’s relieving what he’s since been through.

Faced daily battlefield and gunfire

He’s unearthed by every subtle sound.

Focused on the brutal reality

He’s living on American streets.

Fought to defend our America freedom,

He’s stripped of his American Dream.

Forgotten of his Valiantly,

He’s begging for something to eat.

He’s a Veteran, an American Hero.

Homeless in the form of “Thanks.”

Author of My Namastè 365 Online

Protected: My Dear Love

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Love

What love isn’t

  • Easy
  • A feeling
  • Getting your way all the time
  • Endless supply of money
  • Selfishness
  • Stagnant
  • Lusting after another
  • Emotional attention given /received from someone other than partner
  • Munipulation
  • Apathetic
  • Withholding
  • Emotionally unattached
  • Lack of willingness to understand
  • Choose not to communicate effectively
  • Found at the bottom of a bottle
  • Doing what you want over what you need to do
  • Comfortable lying
  • Incapable of working through conflict
  • Seeking attention
  • Unaccountable of self
  • Insecure
  • Envious
  • Unforgiving
  • Unmerciful
  • Lacks grace
  • Jealous
  • Untrustworthy
    Replaceable
  • I thought I knew what love was, but I didn’t. I didn’t love myself ; therefore, I couldn’t have loved anyone else. I do know, though, that I’m seeking it now. I’m seeking it deep within myself and the best version of it with another. Years and years of a marriage, two individuals had surely learned along the way. I want that.
  • #FOWC: Center

    ” I believe, in the center of it all, all that lives, all that grieves, and all that matters… In the center of all the hate, the unexpected blessings, and the prayers unanswered.., in the sunrises and early birds’ song, in the second guessing, second chances, and second half of life…love is all one sees. Love is what makes everything and anything “be”💕

    Check out Fandango’s One Word Challenge Here 🙂

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    God, Have Mercy

    I hear music all the time. Songs from generations ago, and stuff that’s on the radio today. I’ve heard such a vast mix of genres, artists, and types of music.

    It’s been my diary, my best friend, my voice, and my blanket of safety. Anytime I needed healing, I replied on music to work it’s magic… And it ALWAYS prevailed.

    But, as years passed, and Ive grown from a child to a young adult… And a young and inexperienced foolish newly wed, to this wise and refined concept of beauty, I’ve listened to old familiar songs and heard them for a very first time.

    Lately, as if something greater is drawing me nearer, I’ve become obsessed with one particular song.

    The artist’s voice caught my attention. The beat of the song is fast paced, and almost angelic.

    But, what does Kyrie mean? What was the inspiration for this moment in my life, when a song steals my attention as if trying to tell me something.

    So, I looked it up:

    Kyrie- Mr Mister * You can listen to it here*

    The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul
    It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road

    My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame
    Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again

    Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
    Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
    Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow
    Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light

    When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me
    Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be

    Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
    Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
    Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow
    Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light

    This Is It😍

    *TRIGGER WARNING *

    SENSITIVE SUBJECT (S) POST

    Growing up, I felt “sick”… Or at least that’s how my mother influenced me to feel about my sexuality. We never had that birds and bees conversation. We never had any conversation about sexual health! She always said, while growing up, she didn’t have time to date. She said she was to focused on her career and enjoying hobbies.

    So, at a very early age, sex was FORBIDDEN! NOW, in addition, early on in my life, I noticed I thought women were very beautiful. I loved their shape and appreciated their gorgeous eyes and makeup (obviously this was before I appreciated intelligence).

    I tried to pray my way to “straight” life. I talked myself out of believing what I felt existed, let alone was valid. I wrote about it in my diary. I dated a few guys, because, despite these weird troublesome feelings about girls, I defiantly was hormonal… And wanted men.

    From the beginning of puberty, until now, I’ve been sexuality assulted a few times. Older men, uncomfortable but subtle gestures and comments….wrong is wrong… Assult is ANYTIME you don’t wish to engage in such activity and whomever doesn’t stop…no matter how long it goes on, what exactly happened, no matter whether you think it insignificant in comparison to others stories.

    In 2009, when Michael Jackson died, I fell in love… With another fan… Who quickly captured my heart… And SHE made my BELIEVE a brand new and different life was waiting for me.

    I’ve lived my life. No one can tell me anything about race, religion, sexual orientation, or job position that I haven’t heard. To be quite honest, I’d politely listen but wouldn’t change (couldn’t change) anyway. I’ve spent years figuring myself out… Deciding what I believe and what I stand for,who I am and who I am not…

    But in school, in the days of my chaos, I bullied others…and others bullied me. It sucked!! I was mad… I hated life. I hated school, my parents, the way they favored their biological children.

    My life is happier now. I’ve accepted my truth, the only way I can and do truly live. I push away the negative and rebuke the lies.

    It’s been painful getting here. It’s been uncomfortable, mentally challenging, and sexuality damaging to get to this point. I’ve worked on me, and I’ve hid my pain.

    You never know what someone has been through. You don’t know the challenges they’ve had to overcome, maybe to just leave the house. You don’t know how cynical they are of themselves, and how that nasty voice has impacted their life, health, and ability to believe in/love themselves. So before you reply in a negative way, before you say something mean, whether or not they asked or deserved it, remember our lives are full of untold stories. Be kind…. The truth of someone else will not be exactly the same as yours… That’s OK. It’s not your life of which to be concerned.

    Not All Heroes Wear Capes

    Woman survives cancer, not once, but twice.

    Teacher shields her students in a school attack.

    Child decides to raise money for a parent’s bill.

    Man pushes himself to regain independency.

    Young man assists an elderly across the street.

    An employee encourages a special needs customer to help.

    Volunteering with disaster relief

    Donating blood.

    Registering as an organ donor.

    Praying

    Hugging

    Listening.

    There’s angels that walk this earth…

    That blend in with all of us…

    They don’t wear capes.

    They’re deciding to be kind.

    They’re demonstrating how to lead.

    They’re dedicating time to others.

    Not all heroes wear capes,

    Many of them, though they feel “ordinary”,

    Made a decision,…

    ……………

    ………….

    ……….

    ……

    That was extraordinary.

    In that moment … They became a hero.

    Reaching My Goal

    Attention 😀 :

    I am blessed to have 142 followers as of this morning. That’s hard for me to believe, but it’s my honor to have so many enjoy my posts. I hope to continue enriching life here 🙂

    For a bit of excitement, I’m running a contest to see who wins the 200th follower spot! The current follower AND the 200th will be my Smokin Feature Writers for a week. I will post a picture (with given permission) and a  short bio (whatever you’d prefer it to say) of each individual. I will also post a link to your blog. I may even create an award ribbon for your help 🙂

     

    I hope to see the number climb.

     

    Take Some Give Some

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    My little volunteer project 😉😉 There’s lots of these around. I picked up 400 books to refill them. . . . #kindnessmatters #onlykindnessmatters #clevelandchildrensbookbank #freebookstoread #littlelibariersCleveland  @kidsbookbank 🙂

    The Awesome Impact Award 2018

    I am humbly honored to accept this Awesome Impact Award from the sweetest Ana💕! I wasn’t aware of such an award, and I never dreamed, after just a few months, I’d be nominated. Ana, I’m incredibly grateful. Please know it’s just as much of a blessing as it is to simply hear someone enjoys my work. My goal isn’t specific to a certain set of statistics or an exact number of posts, but rather this place is of substance, quality, and good things.

    Rad Gamer gave birth to this award, so that we may share how any particular situation influenced our lives in a positive way. What I LOVE about this award is that, from my perspective, everyone is qualified. How So? At any moment, something of which we have no control can be negative or positive. Many life experiences carry a capability of both. It’s a choice, our individual choice, as to how the circumstances will impact us. For me, the decision has been to make the most of it, learn and grow, be thankful for change, and ask God for His help while keeping faith.

    🌺The Rules:

    1. Tag the person who nominated you.
    2. Take “The Awesome Impact Award” Picture and add that in your post.
    3. Talk about an incident that impacted your life in a really positive way.
    4. Nominate 10 other awesome bloggers for this award.

    Picking one incident, in particular, that’s positively influenced my life is challenging. To say the least, I’ve had a lifetime of situations that breaded my insecurities and flaws.

    When I was three, my twin & I stayed in six foster care homes in six months. The constant change of faces is what I knew life to be. My three other siblings were with another family, and even that was a poor living situation.

    You’d think, one man and woman, willing to open their hearts and home to adopt five would result in the happiest ever after. This story unraveled an ugly and bitter woman, who wanted “her own” children, despite its five.

    The chaos continued in 1990, when she gave birth to a set of twin boys. In no way am I saying I wish she hadn’t. Fact is, those two came from her womb, they were treated and raised differently… In 1993, our family of 9 became a family of 10. Early on, at a very young age, the oldest of us could sense the disadvantages we had compared to the others.

    In 2005, when I was tired of trying, doing nearly everything these two individuals wanted, while unfortunately lacking so many essential life skills, I decided to physically walk to work, rather than commit suicide.

    I decided the night before that I could no longer live under such strict, unhealthy, and uncontrollable conditions. If I could survive that, knowing so very little about the real world, clueless as to who I really was or wanted to be, and incapable of basic survival skills, I could handle anything life threw at me.

    Life has since, placed me homeless twice, one of which I was pregnant, driving unfamiliar North Carolina roads at night, to someone I hadn’t ever met, while my boyfriend was arrested for driving without a license. Him committing suicide, while I was 100000% dependent on him for everything, including raising our 18th old daughter, moving to Cleveland in the middle of Winter, to restart and reestablish a life for us, attending to my medical condition that fear used to hold me hostage from driving, coping with verbally abusive people, and a second (accidental pregnancy) on my own.

    I’m an independent woman. I’m a mother of two sweet happy girls. I have my own apartment, with most bills caught up. I’m not receiving assistance besides medical. I pull through trials, knowing everything will work out if I keep faith and hope. I have an incredible boyfriend, strong resilience, tons of self discovered identification, and no fear to drive highways.

    Sometimes, I fear life is going to stare me in the face and say, ” I got you, you failure. You’re now my bitch.”, and then I’ll recieve a nomination such as this and a message of light I had been to someone…. And I’ll realize I’m doing pretty ok.

    My 10 Nominations :

    1. Renard Moreau
    2. The Lonely Author
    3. Ally’s Notebook
    4. DM: Pointless Overthinking
    5. CrucialNotes
    6. The Good The Human
    7. Domingo’s Day
    8. Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha
    9. Matt W Watson- Future Failed Writer
    10. Linda’s Bible Study

    The Red❣️White⚪️ & Blue🇺🇸

    It’s not a national holiday. Nothing in particular triggered a need.

    It’s something I just want to do, and it’s honestly something I should do more frequently…

    🕊❣️💙🕊❣️💙Thank you American Soldiers🕊❣️💙 🕊❣️💙

    This country is the best place on this planet. Our freedoms are priceless privileges granted to us at birth. I listen to friends talk of their Homeland,.. and the struggles they face simply because that’s “the way it is”. We are so extraordinarily lucky to live in this country. If we don’t like a law, we can change it. If we don’t wish to continue a Catholic, we can choose a different path. That gift was brought to you by the hundreds of thousands who have and are defending your freedoms.

    🕊❣️💙I get Goosebumps when I was Toby Keith’s Courtesy of the Red, White, & Blue , American Soldier , and Made in America !!🕊❣️💙

    The boys in the music videos, our boys burst with pride, standing twenty-five feet tall.. it’s breathtaking to watch their passion for what they’re doing. The patriotism, the courage to do what’s right, the solidarity of one Union…. The Land of the FREE. THEY all have my deepest gratitude, appreciation, and support. They deserve it. There’s more at stake when they’re on the enemy front that most of us take for granted. For years, America has been protected by brave men and women… And now service dogs. Today, I just want to take a moment to say thank you. You all are heroes… You all are appreciated, and you’re continuously covered in prayers💙❣️🕊❣️💙🕊❣️💙