**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
Wondered 9/15/15 I wonder if the enemy knew the consequence of his manipulation when he spoke to Eve in the garden. I wonder if his only intention is to shift the truth a fraction...to toy slightly with the Truth. I wonder if the slight of his actions surprises and fascinates even him and he gets… Continue reading Slighted
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?
This was written April 23rd, 2013 at a writing retreat. /// /// /// There are 25 participants and six presenters here, learning from one another the craft of bringing experience to fullness and life via words. There seems a theme among a great many of us, that fear and insecurity and pause result… Continue reading Stick in the Spokes
This morning on my way to drop my ten-year old daughter at school, she talked and talked and talked about all the horses she is finding on Craigslist and is going to have and when can we have a farm and how much money do we need and when and how can we raise money… Continue reading Surrender