I PLANTED A FOREST THERE: The Cure for Small Dreams

UnBecoming Part 6 - TROJAN HORSE. (May 23, 2026)‘Uncle Tom’. ‘Sell-Out’.Two of tens of thousands of notifications greet you as you groggily peer at your phone through one squinted eye. It's early morning. It's the weekend. You were only checking your phone to see the time, but found yourself being dragged. A first. CONTINUE >>>https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure:https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 5.3: The Pole. (May 22, 2026)"JUMP!" A well-known teacher of Zen meditation shouts at you from across the table. You look around to see if anyone heard. You lean in, "What do you mean, jump?" He picks up his jasmine tea and sips it, unblinking, not breaking eye contact with you."You're still scared. JUMP!" "HOW?!" You asked, matching his volume and intensity. CONTINUE >>>https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure:https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 5.2: The Fly. (May 21, 2026)At this point, the signs are loud. You see them everywhere. Every time you look up. Every time you look at the clock, it's 11:11 or 1:11 or 2:22 or 3:33 or 4:44 or 5:55... white feathers, butterflies, certain birds, messages that seem to be directed at you on bumper stickers, license plates, billboards, in the most random places, at the most poignant times. But you know stuff. You have a degree in psychology. You know about pattern recognition or sensory gating; you know that at some point, you started looking for these signs, looking for meaning, assigning meaning to them. And yet... and yet.  CONTINUE >>>https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure:https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 5: How to Fail (May 20, 2026)Your whole life, you've felt this urgency. Not like you were running out of time, but that you only had a certain amount of time to figure it out. To remember what you couldn't seem to remember. What always felt just out of reach. What others seemed to didn't care about or even know of. They were busy living life and having friends. You didn't have many growing up (you don't have any now).Your mom said you rarely smiled, and all you wanted to do was be alone with your books. You began reading esoteric and mystical literature by the age of seven. You were doing practices to get out of your body, to find out what was beyond your body, by age ten. Staring into mirrors, at that reflection, looking back down at that body, knowing it wasn't you. CONTINUE >>>https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure:https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 4.3- The Last Morning (May 19, 2026)"How are you?"When someone is secretly struggling, barely holding it together, smiling for the world, wearing the mask, playing the role, fighting for their Light, dropping those three words with actual presence, can decimate their entire structure. And on that final morning of the retreat, those were the words that broke the silence. They didn't come from a person, but from the empty room, from the full silence, appearing as a person, your teacher. Appearing as a polished mirror. You looked up to answer, but saw. You burst into tears. You sobbed. Finally.That morning, as you and the other meditators gathered, among whom were your partner and your favorite cousin, you didn't choose your usual spot on the floor. You were disgusted. You were angry, humiliated. Your eyes were swollen from crying the night before. You were ready to go. So instead of your perfect lotus posture, sitting deep into the room right in front of the teacher, like the good student, you sat near the door, in a chair. You defiantly, and passive-aggressively, meditated in a chair. CONTINUE >>>https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure: Donate to Lovehttps://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 4.1 - The Blue Book (May 18, 2026)Every major change in your life has been preceded by, and in hindsight, likely predicted by the arrival of a certain blue book. You used to think you were the one finding the book, buying the book, reading the book, remembering to take the Name again, giving the book away again, forgetting the Name again, life falling apart again, finding the book, buying the book... you finally saw the pattern. It only took three cycles. Two incarnations, two different versions of yourself to catch on to the game.  CONTINUE >>>https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure: Donate to Lovehttps://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 4 - California Love (May 17, 2026)Your only trips to California had been to L.A. To the Hills. To Grammy parties. Red carpets. Album releases. VIP sections. Celebrity culture. You've squeezed so many incarnations into this one. So many stories. Many of which have dissolved entirely. The only thing you can recall consistently now is the Name of God. When you bump into pictures of those previous iterations of yourself, it's very dreamlike. The past is very dreamlike. CONTINUE >>> https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure: Donate to Lovehttps://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 3.3 - The Hand You Squeeze Back (May 16, 2026)"I'm okay", he whispers, groggily attempting to sit up on the floor. Kneeling next to him, your hand on his arm, you survey the dimly lit room like a detective. His record player and a stack of albums, the music that had propped up your lives all these years, broke the fall and prevented him from hitting his head. You tell him not to move, as he stubbornly insists on rising anyway.With slow, steadying steps, he makes his way to the living room to await the emergency workers, with you following close behind, arms hovering outward, as if you could actually catch him if he fell again.  >>> CONTINUEhttps://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure: Donate to Lovehttps://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 3.2 - 911: The Sound Before the Fall (May 15, 2026)God. God. God. You begin to hear the Name of God inside, even as your mom's cry joins your own, it's as if God is calling you, crying out to you from the depths of you, calming you, stilling you, and yet carrying you out of your childhood bedroom, out of that boat, and onto the water of the hallway. It felt a mile long. His legs looked lifeless and still; the moment stood still. Was this that moment? CONTINUE...https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.htmlLove’s Provision To support the daily devotional and the work of The Cure: Donate to Love https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=EC6DCGW3CRP5G

UnBecoming Part 3 - The Hallway. (May 14, 2026)You look over at the light streaming in through your bedroom window. It's not the soft light of the moon; it's artificial light. Street lights. You're not home, you're back home. In the same twin bed you slept in during high school, watching the same trees dance in the wind, the same shadows play on the same hardwood floors you played on, talked on the phone in circles on, those floors have witnessed you.And now you kneel on them. You pray on them, whispering down toward them, you walk in tight circles on them, not on a call, but as a form of meditation, feeling God's Love in every step. Calling His Name with every step. Asking to be shown, to be provided the next step- whether to divorce or not. Whether to move or not? To the beach, perhaps.You're conflicted. But the floor is not. The room is not. It's bare. It's clean. It's small, but tidy. You can hear yourself think here, even as you are trying to get out to that place beyond thoughts, where the real answers come from. The Peace you feel as you listen past your thoughts and look over their shoulders, brings about sleep.Just as you drift, you are startled awake. Was that a crash? Did something fall? Did someone fall? You listen… for the children. For your parents. Acute. Aware. It was nothing. You soften back into the mattress, resting on your back, not yet asleep again,CRASH.Definitely something that time. Definitely someone. Your heart rate rises faster than you can. You jump up, grabbing your phone with shaky hands, instinctively yelling, 'DAD!' the one you worry about the most. The one you've called on the most. The one who understands. Before you can even enter the hall, you see his feet sticking out of his door. God.  >>>> UNBECOMING.https://www.curlynikki.com/unbecoming.html