on a scale of one to quiet… shhhh.

October 24, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Namaste international love tribe

My job concluded last week. This all happened very hush-like, I don’t like to make a big IMG_4791deal about certain things. Particularly not things in the land of survive. I had a wonderful Writer job that I outgrew, now I’m going on to the next one…

That brings me back. Once upon a time, I fell in love, again.

The last week has been very flavorful which is why I fell a bit quiet. The summary of all occurrences is as follows:

1. I’m in between jobs.

2. I have more time to work on my book than I’ve had since getting back from Australia for a bit.

3. I might be moving out of the city into country land.

4. Perhaps not…

5. Book.

After working just over three years, I have enough dollars in my pocket to buy me a month-ish of time to myself before I have to restart the word hustle. Sometimes the hardest thing for me to do is relax. My brain perpetually buzzes with what’s up next.

On that note, I’ve also been thinking about what really matters recently. Now that I’ve rocked New York harder thanI ever imagined and feel professionally satisfied and more confident than ever when it comes to surviving as a Writer, I’ve been thinking about love again.

You know me, I’m always thinking about love.

On that note, I’m going to visit Husband Two in a week. It’s been lovely conversing with someone who really has stayed honest with me, what a rare concept on Earth.

All weekend all I’m doing is book, locked away in the forest, figuring out what’s next.

It’s scary, delicious and I can’t wait to see what comes next…

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six foot Seven foot Eight Foot PUNCH

October 15, 2014 Posted by gretchen

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i dreamt. another.

October 13, 2014 Posted by gretchen

i dreamt. another.

he had a way. to push my sharp edges
like i had. never been touched prior. like
we could agree on a place off ledges.
we found somewhere warm. i became. a kite.
i walked on clouds and stomped out past. i kicked
an inside out style to redefine. i
twisted, tied and tore ways of being sick.
i counted who heard smiles and who heard cry.
my fingertips curled to lack of feeling.
a prior belief; of knowing a touch.
he spoke my full name, sending me reeling.
have you ever used words to express much?
something in my body restructured. faith.
devour logic. the comfort it craves.

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involuntary catch

October 12, 2014 Posted by gretchen

involuntary catch

every fist. unidentifiable.
i let hands grab this nothing that ever
attempted to act like we were try-able.
my permanent gift is accept never.
i mean. please. hush. cut. outside. solution. (more…)

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when i met allen stone part two

October 11, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Ok. So now that I’ve sort of slept and somehow made it to Saturday. I totally need to talk more about when I met Allen Stone. Completely extra-post worthy.

Allen Stone is a peaceful love creature who hails from Washington State. He glows all sorts of violet and gold and he is a humble, wonderful light.

IMG_1099As part of my magic special ticket, I was given a signed EP and Q&A session with Allen. Who I think might go by Al, I’m not sure. First there was a photo op. Myself and about eleven others shivered in excitment for our turn to be silly with Mr. Stone in a photo that each of us will likely keep forever.

What was super beautiful about the experience meeting him, besides his genuine wonderfulness, was how moved everyone there meeting him has been by his music. It was super obvious. I think as an Artist, there’s really nothing more humbling or great to that. Allen seemed to feel the same way. It beamed from him, actually.

Someone asked him about ┬áhis writing process, and if he ever gets stuck in a certain mood or overwhelmed by a specific emotion. That’s when he mentioned writing Circle, which I’ve had on repeat for over 24 hours at this stage. He said that day he wrote it, he was in complete silence all day. And he referenced some of the lyrics. I quoted them the other day and they’ve been stuck to me since.

It was such an honor to meet not only an incredible musician, but a fucking brilliant writer. Essentially, he’s the perfect expression of an Artist. I realize from his perspective there’s probably something slightly creepy about someone paying fifty bucks to ask you a question and take a photo… but he didn’t show that at all. He was an amazing host of hugs and love.

I look forward to the next time and place I catch up with him again…

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