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the end of a rainbow emerging from storm clouds over fields
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Queerness/the Pandemic

I want to love Pride month

I want accountability. I want change. I want rainbows that remind us to smile and recall how much we love each other, not rainbows that are held up in defiance ...

a purple-pink starry sky. a small comet streaks across. the foreground is a dark silhouette of mountains.
on Books I've Read/on Decolonizing/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Praxis/the Work

Rocannon’s World, by Ursula K. Le Guin

Choice without accountability is cowardice. It is to lie to yourself and to others.

a child looks through a small hole from within a cardboard box. light comes through the hole in the box.
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Hope

death & hope

We cannot understand death without also holding the feeling of hope, even if it is buried so deeply that we cannot find it within ourselves.

a warmly saturated photo of an infant on the left being gently touched on the head by a toddler (me) on the right.
on being Exvangelical/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Mental Health

shake the dust

I think one of the only things I can teach my kids is how to shake the dust from their feet when leaving is what’s best.

an intense photo of the milky way across a starry siky. mountains are silhouetted against the sky in the lower third of the photo.
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Hope/on Praxis/the Work

one more light

And in the meantime, I’ll listen to Chester Bennington sing my favorite song, in his beautiful voice from beyond the grave, and I will keep looking for the choi...

hope painted on a rock
on Co-Parenting/on Hope/the Pandemic/the Work

february 17th journal

I’ve finally started asking for feedback on my death doula services page. I still need a name for the service, but the more important thing is WHAT IS IT ...

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hi, I'm Nix

The sidebar got too big so I moved all my words about me to a page: who is Nix?

want to follow me around?

I have a secure group chat on Signal! I use it to send messages sometimes, a few photos, song links, audio recordings, short videos, links to essays or posts I write here, and other foolishness. You'll be able to emoji react to what I post (like an Instagram broadcast channel), and if you want to respond to something you can message me separately if we're following each other there.

Here's the link to the group chat so you can request to join: a Traveling Dragon group chat on Signal


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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:

I am using MyDramaList now! Here's my MDL profile and my MDL watchlists. I recommend looking at my 2025 watchlist to see what I've watched already and what's on my massive personal wishlist for the year.

... 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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