Believing, Loving, Thoughts

The Wet and Smelly Side of Friendship

Friendship doesn’t always mean thoughtfulness or gifts or making plans to spend time together.  Sometimes being a friend involves nothing more than water and deodorant.

I was driving home yesterday with the prospect of having unexpected free time on my hands, and I was thinking of all the things I would do with my time.  I COVET free time, probably because I don’t have much of it.  I daydreamed things like: I have photos from two trips I took this summer that are still sitting on my camera’s memory card that I could finally get off and edit and blog about, I have a book project that I need to work on, I have a dirty house that I could clean, and OH MY GOSH A NAP SOUNDS AWESOME.

I wasn’t able to do any of those things yesterday because as I was thinking about all the wonderful things *I* could do with *MY* time, I felt a tugging on my heart that brought to mind a friend that I hadn’t talked to in a couple of weeks.  So I called her just to say hi, which turned into asking her to lunch because I could tell by her voice that she was having a bad day.

Long story short, she was having an EPICALLY bad day.  She was at work, but she needed to cry and talk, so I picked her up and drove her to the bank so she could make a deposit for work.  Then we parked in the shade (big YAY! since it was in the 90’s) and just sat in the car and…cried and talked.

One of the things she was lamenting was that her back was hurting her too bad to carry bottled water up three flights of stairs to her apartment.  STOP RIGHT THERE.  Some of you may scoff at bottled water being something to cry over, but living in the DFW metroplex, I assure you that bottled (or filtered) water is a necessity of life.  If you want to drink water, that is.  DFW water tastes bad in the winter months, but in the summery, HOT DROUGHT-Y months it tastes like wet soil. Literal dirt.  It’s awful. ANYWAY – another thing she was upset about was being too depressed to take good care of herself and she was out of deodorant, and sorry if she was stinky.  (She wasn’t. Nor was her house as dirty as she felt like it was.)

My friend has a touch of OCD, coupled with not-so-ideal life circumstances, financial stresses, and PMS – she was a hurricane of emotions.  I didn’t know what to do for her or how to help her, so I didn’t do anything.  Turns out, she just needed someone to talk to, who would listen without judgment or without telling her to “stop having a pity party” (like another “friend” had done to her earlier).  ((eye-roll))  She just needed to BE with me.

So that is what I did.  I listened, I hugged her, I cried with her, and I prayed for her.  And even though she didn’t ask me to, I bought deodorant and water (and took it up to her third floor apartment) for her.  Sometimes the things we think are no big deal can mean the world to someone else.

I was glad I was able to respond to what I believe was God’s nudging on my heart.  Turns out, that ‘nudge” happened at the exact time she was taking the trash out for work, in the back of her building, where she had taken the opportunity to cry and pray and ask God for something, anything to let her know she was cared for.

I was honored that God chose to use me in that way.  I hope that you can be as blessed by friendship as I was yesterday.  Don’t ever disregard opportunities that come your way to be a friend to someone in need.  Don’t ignore the quiet urgings or gentle nudgings in your heart that are trying to move you this way or that – just do it.  You never know what effect your seemingly insignificant action can have on the world around you.

Go be someone’s blessing today!


The Muse


I read an article in Medium the other day and this quote from it stuck with me. The photo is of me sitting and waiting on the sunset, with my camera that hadn’t been used in months. (I didn’t know my friend snapped the pic until the next day)

I was in LA about a month ago, and one of the things I wanted to do while I was there was get some sunset pics at the beach.   I had no doubt that it would be spectacular, but waiting for it to occur took longer than I thought it would. (I had dinner reservations to make, people!)  I quickly realized that missing dinner would be a fair trade for what I was about to witness. And if I changed my perspective slightly, I would know that sunset took the exact right amount of time that it was supposed to take.

That waiting period gave me plenty of time to be alone with my thoughts; in fact, I had more uninterrupted time than I’d had in a very long time. I was able to just BE.  It was nothing short of transcendent.

Looking back, that time of reflection marked the start of an adventure – one that I knew deep down in my soul I needed to embark on for a long time, but I had just (for many reasons) not had the motivation to do.  (I may touch on those reasons at a later date, but not any time soon).

Long story short, I’m writing again.

I had no specific goal in mind when I [brushed the dust off and] opened up my laptop.  I just started a blank document and let the avalanche of things inside my mind tumble out.  Basically, I showed up for the Muse and she showed up for me.  She took me by the fingers and we worked the keyboard together.

It’s too exciting to keep it to myself.  I’m sooooo glad to be feeling like Me again.

((waves hand)) Hi! I’ve missed you!


Thank You For Bleeding: A Love Letter To Writers

Wonderful, thought-provoking words!

john pavlovitz

Bleeding pen

There’s something all writers know, something that those who don’t write will never truly understand:

To write, is to bleed.

The act of regularly opening yourself up in full view of an army of strangers is choosing to be exposed; to consent to have one’s unprotected innards trespassed upon and rooted through. This vulnerability comes at a great personal price, one that is never really ever repaid. The writer is always in the red.

Though the discipline of writing is one that usually begins in solitude, its evolution is quite the opposite. In the quiet places one bravely breaks open the contents of his or her heart and chooses to share them publicly, not knowing the reception they will receive after they leave the safety of secret. Once outside of the protected confines of one’s head, their every syllable is scrutinized and dissected, parsed and poured over.

Most writers tend to be a confounding collection of paradoxes, having…

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Porto Santo Pt.1

This blogger had the trip that I wanted to take. I missed out on an opportunity to meet a friend on the coast of Portugal last summer and I vow to not miss it the next time the opportunity arises (and it will!)
Enjoy these beautiful photos.

Life in a Photograph

More photos from Porto Santo! 😀 I hope you enjoy them!
A lot more to come soon! Stay tuned! 😉

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Love Letter to Sedona

Sedona…you have bewitched me.


First, with your red rocks that seemingly popped up out of nowhere as we turned a corner of Hwy 179.  The drive up I-17 from Phoenix was beautiful, but nothing like seeing you in the distance.  Va-va-va-voom!

After our first meeting, I knew you were special and I was drawn to more than your just physical beauty.  I breathed better when I was surrounded by you.  I felt better when I was ensconced in you.  And your climate?  Is Just. My. Type.  Warm (not hot!) during the day with little humidity, cool in the shade, and even cooler at night.  Hubba-hubba.

I took so many pictures of you that I felt stalker-ish.  I’ll never forget the first sunset we shared.  It was magical.



After the sun dipped below the horizon, you turned colors that took my breath away.


There is a haze that settles down in your nooks and crannies and lends a softness to your landscape.


Towards the end of our first meeting, you were a bit of diva, insisting the spotlight be turned on you.

_NLG3533I didn’t mind at all.  You deserve it.

Smiling, Thoughts, Vacation

Feeling Infinite

*this post is more about the feels than the photo, which isn’t all that great*

What is is about looking up that makes us all universally feel good?  “Keep your chin up!”  “Cheer up!”  If feeling sad is known as feeling “down”, the converse must be true. #nikkilogic

We visited GCNP a week before the official full moon, but what we saw was pretty enough. (I didn’t have my tripod – GAH!!!)


I remember including the people in the (lower right of) photo on purpose, for perspective.  Not to convey size, but to convey a feeling.  In that moment, I “felt like” a quote from a book I loved. (If you haven’t read it, DO!!!  The movie was surprisingly good, too, but I am a BookGirl at heart.)

“Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
― Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower

Hope you feel the feeling of infinity sooner rather than later!  Happy Friday!

PS…I said I was going to make my next post about sunset, but I felt like sneaking this one in first.  I hope you don’t mind 🙂