Where did you go to, when you went away?
It is as if you step by step were going
Someplace elsewhere into some other range
Of speaking, that I had no gift for speaking,
Knowing nothing of the language of that place
To which you went with naked foot at night
Into the wilderness there elsewhere in the bed,
Elsewhere somewhere in the house beyond my seeking.
I have been so dislanguaged by what happened
I cannot speak the words that somewhere you
Maybe were speaking to others where you went.
Maybe they talk together where they are
Restlessly wandering, along the shore,
Waiting for a way to cross the river.
—David Ferry, “That Now Are Wild and Do Not Remember”
Nicole Olea’s love language is communication. She does this best using her keyboard as a freelance copywriter and editor. Creative and resilient with high-level experience in social media management, content creation, and eCommerce marketing, Nicole Olea was a professional volunteer, sharing her skills with various non-profit organizations who paid her in hugs. For the last 20 years, she’s lived a quasi-nomadic life, moving across the country and the Atlantic with her active-duty husband and their three kids. She’s awkwardly stumbling toward her goal of becoming a saint. She’s got God-sized dreams and wants you to have them too!
That photo is beautiful!
Very beautiful!
That photo is gorgeous!
That is so beautiful.
How pretty. What a great picture for it.
Thanx for sharing. Love the pic.
Absolutely beautiful!
That’s beautiful.
Oh man the picture is amazing.
Beautiful – and thought provoking.
I also admire your passion.
I admire you and your writing. I would love to be a published author, but I am not sure I have anything to say!
Maryann you’d be surprised how much one would have to say when you sit down with a pen and paper.
I imagine if you weren’t to write a fictional tale you could write about your expriences parenting Matthew and how it’s changed your life etc.
xo