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my memorial day

It’s Memorial Day weekend here in the States, the first long weekend of the summer.

I elected to hide in the forest over the weekend. Thus far, it’s proving to be most perfect. Everything is electric green from recent showers; I’ve been spending time with the family still speaking to me since my wedding; and I’m thoroughly enjoying a minute out of midtown.

I think we walked about five miles today. So much in fact that when we departed for our final excursion the neighbors across the street commented, “That’s your fourth walk today.”

I’ve had, and enjoyed, lots of thinking time over the weekend. Heaps of laughing time. And a bit of writing time.

July 1st will be my official move from midtown to uptown. The puppies are gearing up to arrive around July 7 – it’s all quite, very much unbelievably exciting.

I always sleep better in the house I grew up in for some reason. There are thunderstorms outside at the moment. I’m going to dream about stories with the windows open.

Viva long weekends!

photo pieces

These are a few photo pieces of my weekend. The escape was much required and as always, I praise Goddess for our cult. One can never have enough love or laughter – and I had heaping serves of both over the past 48 hours.

We all know how I rant about detoxing and tomorrow sets off the latest stint. While my body is looking forward to heaps of fresh juices, a bit of extra sleep, and some type of facial I must get around to booking – my head is working with other messages. These sound like, “You missed January this time around, February is just a good time as ever to be a bit easier on these bones of yours.”

With regard to the secret boiling blood as of late, I won’t know anything this week for sure. The week of Valentine’s Day is when I might receive some word. So I’ll keep on with the puppies mantra, they belong here. So as long as I keep chanting songs to contribute to their early arrival, it should be on.

I’m shivering about something… I think it’s book. I’ll keep on with that direction.

After being ick for so long, it’s refreshing to hear my thoughts return. Instead of whispering sad things about what’s behind, I’m starting to hear happy things about what’s ahead. This is what I’m going to keep focussing on as I clack book.

I hope you’ve all enjoyed your weekend blog family!




As I have ranted about of recent, last Monday I was interviewed by my new friend Patrick for his podcast project: MyNY.


I’m in love with FollowMeToNYC being featured on MyNY … SUCH an honor.

I talk a lot about inspiration in these parts. Patrick is inspiring. The two of us connected on Instagram and within a week were sitting in my apartment chatting about writing, australia, new york city and so many other things.

I hope you all enjoy our conversation, and that you continue to enjoy his program every week.

And thank you again Patrick!! Love.

on a scale from one to on

One a scale from one to on… I reckon it’s on, blog family.

Last night as part of “Operation: get it together” I decided to pull out the remains of what I shipped from Australia. This means that I opened the second box sent by sea, two of two.

I’ve mentioned in the past how managing my work isn’t my strongest quality. Love spilling words, scowl over editing.

Never the less. As I flipped through the ten full writing books that popped out of the cardboard treasure chest I packed five months ago… I squealed.

While I’ve been all about novel rants lately, I’ve forgotten how many other projects that remain untyped. I spend enough time clacking keys – I quite value my time with ink.

Something worth adding to the equation, is that for many years I lived with someone who literally paid no mind to the volumes of inky pages lining the shelves of various abodes other than to comment, “Can you put those away?” So without saying to myself, “But… maybe I should, I don’t know, use some of this content?” Away they went.

I’ve made it through four books so far. In addition to pages of unpublished poetry, I have discovered thousands of words that can be spun into a collection of new projects and present projects.

While I will naturally continue to focus on “the novel”, coming across so many syllables I had forgotten about is teaching me not only about different directions to weave my words – it’s reminding me why I had to leave Australia, at least temporarily.

I’m in Connecticut for the long weekend, my favorite place to work. So on that note… back to it!

it begins

Today I welcomed 2012 with many beautiful moments. Here are six:








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