I am in the local coffee shop, sitting in a squishy chair, scanning the room, inviting awareness. I want to write about the details. But as I consider the sights and sounds and smells that embrace me in the comfort of this place, I start to feel a bit suffocated, like an awkward person/stranger with… Continue reading Tension the Teacher
Written 4/5/14 I once knew love. It went on a hike with me up to a waterfall and called me a b* along the way. And when my feelings were terribly hurt, it said, "Don't be silly! You know I love you!" I once knew love. After three months it married me. It lied and… Continue reading Love Is…
**NOTE: POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING** Much of my story is very hard and I have been ashamed of it for most of my life. I've spent a fair amount of time pretending it was not true, hoping in some alternate reality that I would wake up one morning and I'd have a new reality. But the… Continue reading I Will Wait
Written 2/14/17 Would you answer if someone called you by another name? My name given at birth, is Nicole. It means victorious. My parents did not name me Victoria - Victorious - but it still translates all the same. I go by Nikki. Does it change me? When a loved one calls you a… Continue reading What’s in a Name?
Written April 15, 2015 I have transparency on my mind. Authenticity. The realness and fullness of who we are. In the beginning, before separation (sin) happened, Adam and Eve were naked; they did not know shame. They were known fully by God and by each other. There was nothing to hide. Everything was accepted and… Continue reading Transparent
I have notebooks and journals scattered from hither to yon and I've started transcribing all the hand-written to electronic format in some organizational fashion for easy find and reference. I found this today...written 8/17/16. _________________________________________________________________________________________ Who Am I? I try to capture her, but she is fleeting. One moment calm and sure; the next anxious… Continue reading Who Am I?