I have been nominated for my first blog award. As I carry out my research on blog awards, I am excited to see the emphasis they place on helping bloggers get discovered. Almost everyday I come across a new blog with an abundance of beautiful creation just waiting for the world to see. I hope these awards can continue to shine the light on bloggers who have not yet been discovered. I was nominated this award by Brothers’ Campfire. Thank you!
Real Neat Blog Award Rules
Display the award logo
Thank the blogger who nominated you and link to their blog
Answer the questions from the blog who nominated you
Nominate seven to ten bloggers
Ask them seven questions
Brothers Campfire Questions
Tell me 5 things about yourself you want me to know, and 5 things you did not want me to know.
Five things about myself I want you to know
I love you
I enjoy reading posts from brothers campfire.
I have learned you can transcend by just being.
I enjoy three pillows when I sleep (one for between the legs, one for my head, one for my arm to hug)
Five things about myself I have worked on
Writing can be as vulnerable as you make it
Writing vulnerability can make the mind run laps
Writing can be tedious, fun, and exhausting
In high school I could eat two chipotle burritos with ease
Mind embedded in Velcro with love notes attached by scotch tape, written by me, written for my mind to always speak to me, good or bad, I will always be its counterpart. I will never eat until I can’t hear it, I will never drink until I can’t see it, I won’t hump until it is gone, I won’t snort until I am numb to it. I will hug it until it trusts. Although sometimes I will leave and detach, I will never abandon, for I know it always wants me to listen!
Getting to know the person deep within, the person inside of you at the very core. Beneath the numerous layers of your shell. The person who stands at the very top of the watch tower and observes. The one who doesn’t judge people. The one who doesn’t judge anything. They do not judge because they see everything for what it really is. They see everything as the same, the same thing as themselves, the divine, love. The person deep within does not know judgement, they only know acceptance. They accept everything, all that is bad and all that is good, because they know it is all the same, like positive and negative on the same battery. They understand nothing matters because everything is a play. At the same time, they understand everything is exactly the way it is supposed to be. They don’t feel the need to change anyone, to motivate anyone, to heal anyone, they understand it is not necessary. They understand everyone has their own journey and each person’s creases will unfold in the perfect moment. They understand not everything is ideal which in turn makes everything perfect. They understand imperfection is perfection. They understand portions are abundance. They understand not enough is plenty. Sometimes they will observe behind layers and layers of surface identities, they will always observe, still they will never judge. They see the mind for what it is, a tool programmed to keep the vehicle it temporarily resides in alive. They know the mind is sensitive, they know the mind has intuition programmed in doubt and fear. They understand the mind is sensitive, they understand the mind needs a hug. They understand our vehicles were given two arms for our mind. They understand our vehicle was given those two arms to spread simultaneously and reach around us as far as they could go. They notice once the arms are fully straightened, closing them close to their body and clasping is essential. The person deep inside these layers understands the mind wants a hug. They understand we will get many hugs in our life, but the mind will never be satisfied until the hug comes from the arms of its very own vehicle. Beneath layers of surface identities lays the observer. Spend some time with this person, get to know this person. For this is person is you! You are love!
The city teaches shallow. If only I was as gorgeous as it, then people would love me. They would love me not for what I am, but they would love me for what I am worth. They would love me for the the things I own. They would love me for how I look. They wouldn’t love the deep depths of me I carry around on a daily basis. They wouldn’t love me for the battles in my head I have countlessly won day after day. They would love the surface. To them that is enough, to them they would die for that. The city doesn’t cheat artificial validation, but it does give glimpses of hope. Maybe if we swam to the center and understood the intentions of the foundation it was built on. Maybe if we looked at the ideas behind the madness and unmasked the core. Maybe too, we will glow like the city. We will stand out and reflect rays of sunshine the way the glass buildings do so on a breezy summer night. Maybe letting go is all we need. Maybe internal reflection is the key. Maybe dreams do come true. In the city I know they do.