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falling out of the light {poem}

Posted on February 18, 2025 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

cw: poetic imagery of drowning, ideation, hopelessness

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chosen family: all you have is what you are

Posted on February 8, 2025 by Nix Kelley / 1 Comment
large letters made of lights that spell "HOPE" against a backdrop of trees and hanging lights at night

Each of us has to go on this journey of undoing the damage of our belief system in order to learn a new one, separately, although we can be in community while we do that.

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australia adventures: oh my heart

Posted on January 25, 2025 by Nix Kelley / 4 Comments
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I don’t like having to be this serious. I’m a shitposting goofball but I know how to be deadly serious when it’s called for. Now is a time when it is called for.

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Ten Things

ten things: brain fog edition

Posted on January 23, 2025 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment
a foggy landscape. there is a green track through high grass, looking ahead to a pine forest.

brain fog, but without the Hound of the Baskervilles

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i know my name {a poem}

Posted on January 15, 2025 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I know my name

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australia adventures: it’s okay to not be okay

Posted on January 14, 2025 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment
Eyjafjallajokull volcano eruption in Iceland

I want to find the places where my soul belongs. I want to be in places that I love so much I will always miss them after I’m not there.

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Hi, I'm Nix!

I am a genderqueer non-binary trans person. I've trained as a death doula and am preparing to be able to do work in the future as a deathworker and griefworker. I write about death and death-adjacent things fairly often.

I am also a practicing pagan, training in the Path of Light tradition under my elder in Renewal Coven. It is an oathbound lineaged mystery tradition, and I write here about my experiences in my learning and growth from time to time.

I'm also part of a chosen family, a family I chose to be part of, which I also love to write about here.

My current special interests include music and song lyrics, kpop, K-dramas, C-dramas, reading queer fiction, and shitposting on any social media account I have available to me.

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I am on StoryGraph tracking my reading and the reading challenges I've joined. You can go to my StoryGraph profile if you want to see what kind of reading I'm doing right now.

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

Abyss, a K-drama on Netflix

The King: Eternal Monarch, a K-drama on Netflix

Love Game in Eastern Fantasy, a C-drama on Viki & Netflix

I have a bunch of other dramas I'm cycling through but these are the ones I'm watching more of right now.

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australia adventures 🦘 1: full moon in a dark australia adventures 🦘 1: full moon in a dark sky, surrounded by gum trees and breezes Only in silence the word, Only in dark the light, Only in dying life: Bright the hawk's flight On the empty sky. —The Creation of Éa Ursula K. Le Guin #FullMoon #AustraliaAtNight
australia adventures 🦘 this is red clay and gu australia adventures 🦘 this is red clay and gum trees and other types of flora that I haven't learned the names of yet. an overcast day with cooler air and many MANY birds loudly calling and talking to one another. I didn't realize how sarcastic crows can sound. 😂 1: the view of trees, small bushes, and red dirt where the birds usually congregate. 2: another view of gum trees with a glimpse of a blue towel hanging on the line to dry. today I had a difficult experience with temperature regulation and I'm having to treat myself extremely carefully. a heat-related flare drains almost all my energy, and once I begin to come out of it I'll be shaky and disoriented, plus bonus crying that comes from the deep grief of being a disabled person who needs help -- when I neither want to be disabled *or* want to need that much help or intervention. I know it's okay for my community to do care work for me, and I do care work for them too, but it's so hard on days like this. but it's beautiful here even when it hurts. 🖤 #australia #AustraliaAdventures #NoKangaroosYet
australia photo dump 🦘 1: waxing gibbous moon australia photo dump 🦘 1: waxing gibbous moon & one single star in the dark night of the southern hemisphere (the night air feels amazing) 2: IT'S ME in our motel room where Bee & I stayed for a few days in a wee adorable town after we arrived at our AU Base; I'm smiling and my tattoo is visible; behind me is the half-shaded window full of light with greenery outside 3: I converted to the church of nescafe instant cappuccino in Ireland and it's just. delicious. this photo is before I drank it all lol 4: a giant pastry filled with apples and REAL CREAM, in a lovely bakery in Bendigo; no I could not finish it, but I tried 5: some of the small town storefronts seen through the window while we waited for a bit of breakfast; very US wild west looking architecture here and there 6: breakfast! scrambled eggs in a ramekin with a spoon, toast with marmalade, and real actual bacon; not pictured is the toast I bravely spread with Vegemite and managed to eat most of 7: a blurry video of the in-flight live map showing the flight path from DFW to Sydney; a long-ass flight over the Pacific and beyond I keep forgetting to take more pictures, but that's partly because I'm still getting used to the heat and how it ebbs & flows through the day. right now I am in my cozy tent (it's a canopy tent that's like a little square room all my own, with luggage and a real bed and various things arranged around) waiting to feel sleepy enough to go to bed. I'm listening to music and feeling the breeze, and seeing the moon on my way into the house to the bathroom made me want to stay up all night and just look at the stars. I never thought I'd get to see the night sky in the southern hemisphere. this all by itself, just that photo of the moon, is a gift I will hold close to my heart as long as I live. #australia #MaybeNextTimeSomeKangaroos
just picked up my coffee cup and the coffee was GO just picked up my coffee cup and the coffee was GONE because I already drank it RIP
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... when Skywoman arrived here, she did not come alone. She was pregnant. Knowing her grandchildren would inherit the world she left behind, she did not work for flourishing in her time only. It was through her actions of reciprocity, the give and take with the land, that the original immigrant became indigenous. For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children's future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.

-- excerpt from Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

remember who you are

It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

-- excerpt from The Dispossessed: an Ambiguous Utopia by Ursula K. LeGuin

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