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gretchen is a writer in new york city

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i throw wednesdays. to tuesday.

Today is Wednesday. I’ve checked a few times so far. I have had a vision that gets brighter with every breathe… Monday, Tuesday Wednes… etc.

I’ve been asking my best friends to pinch me more than usual lately. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned that. Plus, I’ve been listening to some lyrical tracks:

Got the club going up, on a Tuesday…Continue reading

in the midst of shhhh

IMG_6692I’ve been manifesting my face off… To me, manifestation is all about aligning yourSelf with karma. And karma, to me, isn’t good or bad – it’s simply the most opportune way to live, because it’s when you know you’re right where you should be.

So yeah… I guess you could say I’ve been meditating for a week. Amazing things have been occurring. Nothing I want to mention yet, not because I’m superstitious, just because I’m thick in the guts of a few kettles boiling at the moment.

I’ve actually started posts for the past few days, but then I dip back into trance and light another stick of cedar incense.

I knew at the most recent announcement of my life changing, something significant was around the corner. One of the hardest things for me to learn this life, and a theme of this boutIMG_6703 of existence, I believe – is patience.

I’m patient in the way where I accepted “life” at a young age, I think things occur in divine time; at least judging by what I’ve seen so far.

There are things so exciting happening around me right now, they make the hair on my arms stand up and chatter my teeth.

I started this page with dreams and aspirations and I have met a million of my goals in this bitter sweet mix of life arbitrarily sprinkled amongst a domain. Words go up, some come down, readers visit, some stay, some go – the cult stays steady.

In a few days or week-ish when I can elaborate a bit more on recents… everything changes again. Change is like love, even when you aren’t necessarily ready for it – it takes you into an entirely new world…

and another one bite[’]s the dust

then another one bite[’]s the dust

i love getting
jaggedly. shoved
to a reminder that i
have this body shaping
to form. i only hope. you have

not bothered to believe forever.

i forgo(e)t. time
before we arrived,
i stood up. this t(w)(o)o.
counting became how days
went by without participate. require.

what if there was only one possible?

when? the call. dis-
ruptures. we stay moving
in a cement government. mold.
again. i refroze, literally. stopped.
lies fell like water. falls. and i was all

ready. to drown because we never felt?

the scar. of your name is risen
on layers. of skin i left. long. ago.

 

i’ve got THICK SKIN, and an ELASTIC HEART. but your(‘re) blade, it might be TOO SHARP.

#poembomb TWO… bobbing along

Namaste tribe collectiveIMG_6288

Yesterday was another day of #poembomb ing the city. Such a small gesture is ideally turning heads to a few fresh wonders like, “poetry! i should go write some…”; “innovation! are they allowed to hang that there?; or “ha! look at these silly artists… they’re always up to something…”

Needless to say, this harmless emotion emulsion has been cheering me up for days in ways I haven’t felt for a few months. So that’s quite wonderful.

We’ll probably #poembomb some of the eastside today. Shout out if you see us! I’m hoping to see #poembomb s pop up everywhere eventually. Worldwide, naturally. Intergalacticly, perhaps.

I’m stoked to have an interview for a potential Writer gig today. IMG_6285Since stepping into this “in between jobs” period, I’ve mainly been finishing my novel, getting all the fresh air my lungs can contain, and starting a writing agency on the side – in between #poembomb ing. It’s been a broke, albeit fruitful five weeks.

New York City is oozing Christmas and everything smells like pine. The tree is lit, the ice skaters are out, and from what I hear – snow is coming next week.

… nooooooooo.

I’ve been quite enjoying stepping back and forth between Connecticut and New York City these past few weeks. To me, it’s the most beautiful part of the States – the diversity of the country’s rolling hills with one of this planet’s cultural centers a train-ride away.

As much as I am Ugh about winter, being locked inside with words and hot coffee for a while doesn’t sound too bad.

Like I say every day, things could always be worse.

#poembomb

IMG_6197To cheer me up during a somewhat solemn period, I was blessed to have a companion accompany me yesterday to #poembomb New York City. This entailed copying some book pages and scampering around Manhattan to share some of the words that have held my bones together over the years.

We swooped through subway stations; around the east and west IMG_6215village; down to Tribeca and back uptown. I’ve ranted in the past that being heard is more enticing than being published. Yesterday, I’m pretty sure I was heard; at least by a handful of my fellow few million inhabitants roaming around this island. And this is just the beginning, we’re going to carry-on with the #poembomb antics here forward.

Being in this transitional in-between job period is super eye-opening. I’m learning a lot about myself. It’s wild being a balanced Writer. Balanced, to me, IMG_6159means I can write quarterly commentary for Chiefs on Wall Street in between short story / novel / poetry-ville… and also speeches for top politicians and presidents of boards.

It’s bizarre that the fact that I dabble in both professional and raw words intimidates some job prospects. It’s hard for a small crowd of creatures to accept that, yes, while I do enjoy a bite-your-face line most of the time – I can also blow dry my hair straight and be as conservative as is required to deliver a particular barrel of messages.IMG_6190

At the end of the day, to me, personally – it makes more sense to support myself writing for a business. This is a clearly defined requirement. My job is consultant, I’m told what’s needed to be written – I produce. Creatively, my process doesn’t work this way. Creatively… I never know how I’ll process a day. But one thing stands strong and true, I’ll always express myself in my own time, however I choose.

Interestingly, this makes me risky according to some places of work. Simply because, most organizations aren’t used to employing someone capable of satisfying such drastically different sides… I think that makes me an Entrepreneur.

Back to job applying, book writing and poem bombing. Praise Goddess for the life I live. Regardless of how I sook… I never lose site of how lucky I really, really am.

 

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