Me

Hi! Welcome! My name is Erika Morrison.  I am a Life Artist.  I am a daughter. I am a wife. I am a mother. I am a friend. Here are the details:

- I am the daughter of a Divine Meeting with Jesus Christ; a “Christ follower” in common terms – although there is nothing common about it.

- I am a wife, a partner and LOVE to Austin Morrison. We’ve been married for over 10 paradox-filled years. You’ll be hearing a LOT about him, but let me just tell you . . . He is a mighty FINE man.

- I am a mother to three offspring of the Y chromosome variety. I frequently refer to them as The Lads, Wee Little Villains, Offspring, Fruit of my Loins and BOYS! I’m sure more descriptions for them will emerge through the duration of this blog.

- Also, I homeschool my Royally Rowdy Riffraff (see, a new descriptive already). And you know what? I ENJOY it – most of the time. The rest of the time, I’m likely to be found lying face down in the middle of my living room floor, drooling in all the cracks of varnished wood and singing “God save the Queen”. And you guessed it . . . I’m “the Queen”.

- I am a friend, bosom buddy and intimate soul-companion to a village of exquisite human beings. We plow through uncharted relationship territory for fun. Okay, it’s not always fun, but we value perseverance and goodwill towards one another, so we stick-to-it together – forever. My little-community-collection is the icing on my life’s cake. I heart you all! Amen.

Saving the lengthiest for last . . .

I am The Life Artist. I came by this name in the unusual way. The WAY that is defined by the voices of holy, devoted friendship attached to The Voice that spoke
my knitting together. Twenty friends (plus a few more) with the rough and tender fingertips of the Spirit, told me it was okay to say, “I am”; to believe in the un-earthing of truest self; a self named not by parents of flesh, but Parents Triune. And I believe, I believe that God would give a name to His children.  What earthly parent, even, wouldn’t do that? These double-dozen friends and Father held me and heart-deep-traveled with me while we jointly explored what the mixture of my dust looks, feels, moves, breathes, contributes, speaks like. I wept myself dry; discovered myself unbelievable; broke my pride-back six-ways-to-resurrected-Sunday. And the name heaven gave me awoke from slumber in my belly, yawned deep and opened eyes new to the world. Not a thing has looked the same since Father blew His breath on the dormant seed of myself . . . Life the voice whispers strong . . . I need you to be Life . . . The weary world needs to see My Life.

For this reason I am passionately audacious about LIFE; living. You know, the kind when and where you’re awake – in all respects.  I gather stories and symbols and Spirit interaction from my microscopic, mundane and mystery filled moments.  I live with the great hope that each molecule, every word, every choice, each individual thread of circumstance, gesture, dance, phrase, laughter, soul-crack, brow-pain, sea, mountain, rain, shine . . .  is woven together intricately and deeply with a deeper story of love, as expressed by The LIFE of Jesus.

I thirst, I hunger, I hurt in my chest to relish, to swim in the secrets beneath the foundations of terra firma, the true secrets, the ones that reveal the abysmal wildness, the hold-your-heartbeat paradox, the delicate and affectionate connectedness of the great human family to one another and most importantly, to The Great I AM and Giver-of-LIFE Himself.

This cyber site is a place where I share what has bled red from my own story; a medium of words communicating what it means for me to live life like it’s a “fine art“. You will find the all-inclusive package here – the messy, the triumphant, the embarrassing, the beautiful, the profound, the ugly, the bright, the dangerous, the ecstatic, the dark. But through it all, most of all, I hope you see something of The Life of all Lifes.