Namaste blog tribe
A month from today, I leave for Tahiti. I’m going to Tahiti, alone, to hide out for a few days and squat in a water hut.
It’s quite a grown-up moment, actually. When I started this webpage I didn’t know how I was going to write professionally in Manhattan, now I’m jet-setting to Tahiti, alone, to play with the words I’ve been spooling for the past four years.
The number of stories and general written work I have is baffling. I’m excited to see the first full-length novel I bring out with it. Lately I’m been spreading pages around the floors of my east midtown tower in the sky, shuffling them around and then brining them together.
My approach to “making it” was to be paid full time to do nothing but spill ink in a job that didn’t involve journalism. And naturally, I had to do this completely independently in one of the most expensive neighborhoods on earth because I’ve always supported the “go hard or go home” mentality.
I don’t believe it’s possible to be better than anyone. All you can do is weigh you up against you. I never felt I had anything to prove, but I’ve always wanted to prove things to myself.
Flying to a south Pacific paradise with a few outfits, a lot of books and a photograph of my favorite person it exactly what I need.
28 days. Tick tock tick…
While Jersey has gotten a few shout-outs in my webland pocket, I’ve never impulsively jumped a bus there. Not until yesterday…
That’s right blog tribe, I bussed it to Jersey yesterday. Why? Exactly.
Sometimes things just happen.
The bus adventure was entertaining. First I went to Penn Station instead of Port Authority. I think the whole “P” word / west side thing scrambled my brains a bit. Fortunately, I was still listening to Allen Stone with a backpack of notebooks and ink – so I wasn’t tooo bothered with the wander between stations. Continue reading
While I was running around Colorado last week, I learned of Sylvia Browne’s passing on 20 November, eleven days ago.
Sylvia Browne lived a life to be celebrated. Cynics and skeptics were never her issue. While crowds of haters picked out every false prediction Sylvia made, she was writing amazing books about her experiences and opinions as a Medium – and starting a church.
Regardless of how anyone feels about the nature of her work, Sylvia Browne moved people, educated students and changed people’s lives for better. No inhabitant of Earth is perfect, it’s literally impossible. So I don’t really understand why the woman was verbally assaulted by so many non-believers. Each to their own, I suppose.
Francine and Sylvia are both on the other side doing very well, so I hear. Continue reading
Namaste blog family
We have officially arrived at the final day of this particular US voyage. In a few hours I’ll be on an airplane zooming over the pacific to a far away island.
In the past twelve months I’ve somehow managed to spend a mere eight weeks in an office focussing on tasks that have nothing to do with who I am or what I believe I should be doing. It is quite possible I will have to paint myself pretend when I get back to Oz to hustle up some dough to fund the next trip back to NYC… we’ll see…
On the up side, I’m finding that the escape from false existence I’ve been attempting to hustle over the past thirteen months-ish has actually altered my thought processes. Continue reading
Namaste cult of all things blogish!!
I arrived in Arizona this morning after an intense over sleep and near flight miss. Because of beautiful Manhattan creatures keeping me occupied and out very late, my fate landed in the hands of an enthusiastic cabby more than happy to zoom me to JFK at 100 m/p/h.
I made it!! Continue reading