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gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: soul (page 4 of 59)

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?”

Uuuuuuugh. Continue reading

i can’t lie. puppies.

I think my abrupt honesty with regard to my emotional state can be startling to some people.

img_5166I know I said that I wasn’t going to talk about him anymore, I’m not. I’m talking about me…

I’m still not good. Saying that I’m worse than I have ever felt isn’t really stretching it. According to my best friend, one time I was worse. Continue reading

less face kicks

Namaste love tribeimg_7285

I have been sleeping a lot lately.  This isn’t sheerly a depression factor – though that has slightly contributed.

I lucid dream. I have since I was little. Some people argue this is a conscious activity opposed to dream-state, I’ve never really heavily invested myself in the debate.

I usually dream about lovers. Since my latest kicked my face a bit, I’m trying to put myself into a state of less face kicks.

I’m not sure why I end up with so many wanky dudes. It’s beyond me. And while I enjoyed the company of a husband I loved very much for nearly 10 years – the conclusion speaks for itself. Continue reading

ten hour trance. suppression.

img_6715I slept for ten hours. From roughly 3pm to 2am. I woke up, phoned a friend, and sooked some more.

However, today is Monday. I have things to do at work. I’m eternally grateful for a full-time writing job. It demands that I focus in ways outside of my ordinary thought patterns. Continue reading

touching transformation

touching transformation

there
is a map
that
leads
to this: place
chords;
rhythm. Continue reading

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