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Nix Kelley

Genderqueer non-binary trans. They/them/theirs. Death doula, clergy-in-training, writing about queer identity, death, hope, praxis, & song lyrics.

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Divination
Journal Entries
on being Exvangelical
on Books I've Read
on Chosen Family
on Chronic Illness
on Co-Parenting
on Deathwork & Griefwork
on Decolonizing
on Dramas I've Watched
on Generational Trauma
on Grief
on Happiness
on Harm & Reciprocity
on Hope
on Love
on Mental Health
on Neurodivergence
on Perimenopause
on Praxis
on Queerness
on Rage
Poems
the Cycle of the Seasons
the Pandemic
the Work
WTAF

CURRENTLY READING:

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.

... 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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