For Gav: I saw this in colour on my morning walk down an alley yesterday, but my brain immediately converted it to black and white & I thought of you. 😉 Hope you like it. xx
I cannot even begin to explain how God is blessing me in my life right now! Especially recently. I just stay in a constant state of joy and exuberance. Only God can do that.
So I graduated from Aspen University almost 3 years ago with my Master’s degree in Psychology and Addiction Counseling. I’ve never doubted that in God’s time, He would open the door and prepare my way to begin working on my clinical hours so that I can become a licensed Mental Health Counselor. I’m already a mental health counselor- specializing in addiction, I’m just not licensed in the state of Indiana.
I was just given the number to the state licensure organization and I called and spoke with them, which led me to the Career Services Department at Indiana University (the college by which I received my Bachelor’s of Science in Psychology). Because I’m an alumni of Indiana University East, I have access to their Career Services, allowing me to take advantage of their directing me in how to go about obtaining my clinical hours. GOD. HAS. OPENED. THE. DOOR!
I’m really going to be starting my clinical hours very soon! This is a huge moment in my life. 🤗 I’m ECSTATIC.
I legit can’t keep up with all of the blessings God’s sharing with me and my Mom- in tandem. It’s incredible. We’ve been rejoicing at the great things God is doing in our lives.
I didn’t see any of this coming. It’s when we let go of the reigns- those ridiculous reigns that we think help us but are really driving us into the ground- and let God, as the saying goes, that we’re freed. When we truly let go, we have peace.
Peace, and true happiness.
And that’s the only way to experience God’s joy, truly.
Click the link above to hear an original song I wrote called “The Flood”. A song about Addiction & pain; recovery and redemption. ♥️
This is an original song I wrote called “The Flood”, and it’s a song about struggling with addiction, but it’s dedicated to an unnamed gay friend of mine at Redbubble; He’s a phenomenal artist who shared a photo of himself holding a Bible in front of a Church in full drag, in the rain- mascara running down his face- lipstick all smudged; I found him incredibly beautiful. What a powerful image! I dedicate this song especially to him. Love you guys. ♥️
Helllllo migraine. Again. Thankfully my ‘graines are mostly only hormonal now, so they seldom pay a visit, but when they do, they make a smashing entrance. “Hey Seri, cancel life today.” 🥴🤕😵
Just in: DJD/ Degenerative Joint Disease/ AKA Osteoarthritis.
Prognosis: incurable. This explains why I’ve been couch-bound for 4 days, strapped to a heating pad, barely able to walk after reaching in for a gallon of milk.
Could’ve been worse. Finger on my pulse, yep; still here. 🫀
Gas station street art: oil and water. Iphone SE. 2.10.22.
The Birth
Eyes squeezed Liquid Pours into the mouth No matter how tight it may be
Murky depths and water Flood the slitted eyes Death in its black and hollow cave Extends a hand, quickly Slapped back by the light Which is growing yellow Fat and bright
Wraps itself around the scene Like a cobra Shedding its last skin
The breath which was muted Comes fast and loud and rough Eyes burst open Liquid spills and rolls down little hills
A final sigh as breath is held Smiles are passed around like Cuban cigars In the other room
More liquid Filling and spilling from eyes The baby cries
m o n o c h r o m e j u n k i e † 