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gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan

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go west

Namaste, my heart

I’m moving west soon…

In 2003, back before all of this inter-web hype, I visited what’s referred to as “the most isolated city on the planet“. I immediately knew I couldn’t settle anywhere else. I reluctantly left and returned to Australia’s eastern seaboard for education and work opportunities which resulted in me doing my SHIT in midtown Manhattan.

So no hard feelings…

However, being the contradiction that I am, setting up camp in this area — for my second/third space settled when I’m not in New York City or Spain… could not be more perfect.

I’m not going to have to “work”. That’s wild. From my first husband, technically before that (since I was 15 years old and eleven months…), I’ve worked my fucking ass off.

As a Virgo (Sag moon, Sag rising, Scorpio Venus… obviously), I don’t stop “working”. Alas, like I’ve been ranting since the earliest days of this page (Jesus, what this nine years ago?)

Also, I am the worst editor ever. Not to digress, but one of my academic mentors once said, “Gretchen, editing and writing use completely opposite sides of your brain.”

I’m sticking with his advice for now. 

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:

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out snapping

I’m snapping out of it blog tribe.img_6253

As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away – I don’t really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn’t have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it’s possible I might be classified a recluse.

Not that I’m misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn’t fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn’t live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it’s just that since my divorce – I’m usually alone (minus the babies).

Anyways, last night I saw a favorite person who greeted me with, “How’s your boyfriend?”

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heartbreak. three weeks. home.

Namaste.

It’s still surreal that I have had my heart destroyed to this degree, so recently. I’m glad that I img_6411have at least been able to entertain my three-week house guest.

I feel like, as a Poet, I’m allowed to be as boo-hoo as I feel like being today. I dare said that I haven’t taken a hit like this since my first husband.

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