the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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Halloween, always the best

Happy after Halloween morning!

img_7811Last night naturally did not disappoint, we were up down and everywhere in swirls of costumes decorating the streets of the city. It felt good to feel good… to be out and about and happy.

I haven’t really stopped thinking about my experience on Friday or how it’s literally changed how I had been feeling as of late. All I feel like doing is working on my book. It’s amazing to see work come to completion. For me though, finishing a piece just makes me excited about what’s coming next. Continue reading

Halloween begins!

img_7794Happy Halloween everyone! Some of you already know, today is my day. My birthday is the only day I like better than Halloween.

My day started with spiral glasses, bunny ears, dressing the puppies like a shark and piggles – and hitting the street.

This all occurred prior to 8am… Continue reading

oh i … oh i … oh i …

“Oh angles sent from up above, I feel you pulsing through my blood… so make the stars come out.” Continue reading

yogmata keiko aikawa. blessed.

“To attain enlightenment, yogis undergo rigorous training and meditate for many years. Those who, like Yogmata Keiko Aikawa, have attained samadhi can transmit anugraha shakti (God’s grace and power).”

img_7716Tonight, I had the unbelievable and utterly indescribable honor of being within 15 feet of her holiness, Yogmata Keiko Aikawa. And I returned to a place I know better than anything. Better than heartbreak, better than any daily in or out.

She led a meditation at the United Nations as part of international yoga day. She blessed us. And now I understand why people travel to India to seek a guru, or a holy touch.

Her sheer presence was like nothing I have ever experienced. I can’t even go on. Watch:

what you chase

Since cracking off this web-ville in 2009, I’ve seen (and written about) a lot going down.

I’ve also had the privilege to watch a collection of my fellow wordsmiths get the bindings they’ve been chasing, with their name printed across, scattered around bookshelves all over the place.

That, to me, is very special. Self-publishing gave me the same tingles as I observed strangers plucking up my pages to indulge in my poetry. It meant a lot to me, as a Writer and as a human creature in general. Continue reading

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