Dearest Steemians! Thank you for sharing your smiles, hearts and stories with me in this awesome, social experience, our wonderful Amsterdam steem-ing days together @steemfest.
So many names I should mention right here but my brain cells are not as intact as the ones of my friends, the kindest and sweetest member of this community from day 1 since I joined end of June is @firepower. I need to mention his passionate and warmhearted post Veni Vidi Vici because your names are all there.
Steemit - come for the money, stay for the people... Exactly ! @nanzo-scoop
I got the goosepumps absorbing every single post tagged with #steemfest-reconnect, I finally had time to read one by one about this happy gathering and I am so looking forward to support and of course join the next ones. I have so many pictures I will probably blog another time.
I was amazed! How is it possible that most of you remembered my name?
Names are powerful!
“What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat. 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?' 'Cats don't have names,' it said. 'No?' said Coraline. 'No,' said the cat. 'Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.”
People need names! Steemians have awesome ones!
My name, I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without a deep enough thought.
so nice to meet you @ned
I earned my names… I got many in past years.
My parents gave Silvia Beatrix and Sofia (lucky to be born same day as georgous Sophia Loren September 20th, except the year ) was my personal chosen nickname for my wild NYC days, my Balinese introduction to the Gods was as Silvie Iluh (third born) Cempaka (a smelly Balinese flower) but Mammasitta seems to say it all. I refused to write an introduction post to verify or photograph myself in a hot steemit T-Shirt but finally I can tag my post as an official " introduceyourself “. Yeah! Here we go.
La Mammasitta Painting by a friend sold to Philip Niarchos 
www.onartbali.com Men Brayut Terra Cotta Statue
Men Brayut " statue This Statue’s name means Mrs or Mother. She is made of terracotta and her reputation in Bali and in Indonesia is as a very strong woman in the old times. She produced many children, but still kept on working, and as you see she is still holding on to her children , the dish on her head represents her working. This statue is known to be over one hundred years old.
Twitter@onARTBali byMammasitta - silvie@onartbali.com 
I slowly and humbly earned my few Steem $$$ I am so proud of. You voted, followed and rewarded my stories and it means the world to me. Keep on pushing that button.
I remembered most of your screennames as well, associating fascinating content I have learnt from, tremendously. Curiosity to meet you in person got me on this journey and it was a challenge because I nearly wanted to cancel this trip. I was so tired returning from a very fun but exhausting business trip to the Amsterdam Dance Festival just 2 weeks earlier.
It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to. ― W.C. Fields
Please Join my All Girls #Mammasitta Rocket Chat group and meet there. 
What Is a Sense of Belonging?
From a psychological perspective it is a basic human need. A sense of belonging can be so powerful that it can create both value in life and the ability to learn healthy skills when experiencing intensive and painful emotions. It also has a positive impact on many other areas of our lives. Intellectual levels, mental & physical health, good social skills and motivation are just some of the many areas of our lives that are improved when we live with a sense of belonging and an individual's well-being can be jeopardized by only one instance of exclusion from a group.
You made me feel that I belong to the best platform ever!
LOL does it get any better? It gets better when we're delivering the best social experience on top of the best platform ever as @kevinwong said and with so much diversity and interesting members sharing their lives, skills, art and unique personalities. To meet some of them was beyond exciting and my most inspiring highlight of last turmoil year.
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.― F. Scott Fitzgerald
Your stories became my daily joy!
I am kind of a lazy blogger but extremely passionate about reading, still learning to let go of the vulnerable self, struggling with an urge to get offline more and more to relax from a million of online distractions. Sometimes I am really overwhelmed, wanting to reply to every single comment and likes, so accmy apology if I miss out on your content.
Can you imagine that it was the year of Prince’s 1999 when I moved to Bali in Indonesia after 15 crazy NYC years and I had no idea how to operate a computer? My friends were wondering how could I leave to the other side of the moon with a 5 year old, so they wanted to make sure I had an email to be reached. “Ëmail? Hmmm, whats that? “
Shocking development followed me after finally buying my first laptop. I got my damn email, even more than one! Now I am on steemit ( Wow ) and dive into the cryptocurrency wonder land. Unreal, in some ways if you consider what happened in just 16 years.
I enjoyed so many happy years but suddenly some darkness approached me and the idea of changes haunted me, writing is my outlet of emotional explosions. I became my own best friend speaking in tongues to myself, I look twice a day at my mirror to vision my soul, I dance in circles with the music as the gate of the much needed comfort. I travel as much as possible to feed my restlessness. I am dreaming to live with my cats, dogs and flowers, lots of grandchildren under one roof, snow and sun, water close by. Nature nurtures my sadness and the super moons bring out my smiles. I left my footsteps all over our beautiful world and I will not stop, yet.
Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light. - Brené Brown
Impressive @neilstrauss short but effective and touching, very helpful advice treasured in my mind to let go and just write. I do express myself with words so much more than I ever did but choose to collect my secrets until time feels right to publish them one day. Meanwhile I repost and wish that my blog could be separated from the stories worth to re-steem, some of my favourite bulletproof articles are written by @limitless among many others of course.
I made a few notes at steemfest day1 but might have missed some points :
- Nobody cares what you write about
- Write about something you care about
- Don’t hold anything back
- You need a sacred space for writing
- Write down ideas & notes
- Write through the end
- There is an insecure way to be secure – Joseph Campall
if you follow your bliss, you’ll have your bliss whether you have money or not. If you follow money, you may lose the money, and then you don’t have even that. The secure way is really the insecure way and the way in which the richness of the quest accumulates is the right way. — Joseph Campell
Isn’t it refreshing and interesting to hear that Joseph Campbell promotes that attitude?
Expectations are senseless!
I did not expect anything much and it turned out to be one of the most special gatherings I ever attended and I hope there will be many more to come.
Our consciousness is completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience.
The moment I rolled my suitcase into the lobby of the super cool Volkshotel being on the road most of the day, tired and messed up a bit, I saw so many friendly faces expressing the joy to finally meet me: “Oh, it’s you! Mammasittttaaaa that I nearly blushed.
A sense of belonging!
My whole life I am more or less a social butterfly, chit chatting away with strangers but in recent times my wings were broken and I turned more into an introvert loner, grasping memories of my wild and more energetic days. Life started taking some of my breath away and once again I am facing new challenges in my hometown Vienna.
As some of you might know, I just recently stepped out of my comfort zone, left my paradise to take care of my 91 years young mother who needs me now. It feels like having a 4 year old again. She raised me. As my friend just wrote to encourage me through hard times: Cést votre devoir” – Yes, its my duty and I will hold my preciousness close to my heart however hard it can be as long as she needs me.
I forgot the book I read this quote, I love so much:
I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
Steemit and this community make me feel that I belong to a group of “wackier“ people than myself. I’ve learnt to love and respect every single one of my 550 Steemers I follow.
Robin Williams once said:
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone.
So, what kind of magic am I talking about and why do I end my story with this quote?
I AM NOT ALONE
Thank you for your affection and warmness at a time I needed it most.
Yours Mammasitta
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Next time we all need to dance more !
When this began,
I had nothing to say and
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find/that I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind (inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I got left to feel.(nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own,
And the fault is my own. I want to heal,
I want to feel,
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long (Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong