me (being art)

April 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg family

It just sort of happened…

It’s interesting that FollowMeToNYC is essentially my one public artwork. The reason it’s interesting is because I never set out to make a public artwork.

I do not now, nor have I ever, had a drive to be paid by “online” society. It’s the same as I was never driven to be paid by being “published”.

As I’ve ranted for over ten years strong, I’m not motivated by fame or publication. I just love being who I AM, and I love creating my ART.

I’ve been saying for so long I’m going to come back for “daily posts” and then I forget. When I was daily posting, this was an actual therapy ground.

At the moment, I don’t need therapy.

My favourite thing on earth is actually being left alone. There are a few reasons for this. 1. I don’t believe “alone” exists and 2. Solo is when I have my best, most successful, most fruitful thoughts and manifestations.

Always has been. Always will be.

I have grown up in such a weird time on earth this go. Life is full of phases. All I have done and continue to do is live my truth.

I like having this little pocket to come and whisper to the cult when I feel the wind tell me. But even more, I love living on this big, empty island that I set my sights on when I was eight years old.

I love planning my healing retreat. I love pouring ink onto pages. I love being in love, having love affairs, keeping secrets and drinking coffee.

A lot of coffee.

Right now I am living the life I always saw but never knew how I would attain.

I am going to own a house an property where I can build the retreat I have dreamt of my entire life by the end of this year.

That’s what I’ve got my mind on anyways. I hope your mindset is equally clear and strong.

One love. Hang in lovers, what a time to be alive.

perspective. training.

April 9, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

To keep things in perspective, I thought it worth bringing light today to the fact that I have no family on my favourite continent. And three of my five friends are in New York City.

In 2002 I was here for a wonderful love that lasted until it was finished which is when I started this webpage, to mend my broken heart.

I’ve literally been divorced three times since post number one, let that seep in.

As a little girl in the 80’s with four big sisters, everything was boys and love. I wanted all of that. Thought I had it for a minute, but what I had was an interesting phase of spiritual progression which concluded when my then partner ceased progressing.

I wrote three poetry books about it back then. I never think of him anymore.

I used to thrive on co-dependency. Not because I ever felt like I needed anyone, it was just really nice believing someone was there.

I’ve ranted over the years about my spiritual practice, how my ingrained belief since birth is the blunt understanding that we exist as one making it impossible to therefore be alone.

My heart extends to anyone who is sick right now, lost a loved one or entangled in quarantine chaos. My life hasn’t actually changed much to date. Don’t get me wrong, I understand this virus means nothing will ever be the same – but at the moment, I’m living pretty regularly.

Training a seven week old puppy when you have a 13 year old and 8 year old dog is real talk. I’m happy to be full-time home because I wouldn’t be able to give any of them the time and attention to adjust if I was, say, running around midtown Manhattan hustling words.

All of that word hustling brought me back home and I couldn’t be happier. I like to think the light of happiness can outshine any level of darkness that splats across our canvas.

So on that note, I’ll keep doing my thing. Meditating, manifesting, and most importantly — staying mindful. Oh, and writing.

… always writing. Never get it twisted. x o x

two weeks later… pascal

April 7, 2020 Posted by the writer

So my mini “corona chronicles” rant didn’t get too far. I reckon most of us are hearing too much about the shit. We’re all living it now, so ranting seems frivolous.

I’ve spent the last two weeks in regular contact with my New York City people and continue to connect with them daily. What happened is a disgrace, dooming and glooming over it here won’t help me or anyone else. I can only imagine what one of my favourite boyfriends from Italy must be going through.

It’s completely ironic that prior to the world having to jump into quarantine mode I had already isolated myself. Rather than let global chaos infringe on us by what I believe is a manmade virus and product of biological warfare; I travelled north to the Sunshine Coast to pick up the newest addition to my family.

His name is Pascal in honour of Easter approaching. He was originally coming home on Good Friday, but since no one is really supposed to be on the roads, I picked him up a week early and was back to my quarters by 10am.

In addition to introducing Pascal to the puppies, I’ve been spending a lot of time in my garden. Passion fruit are going crazy and I’ve finally started a little veggie patch.

I don’t plan on being in this house any longer than 12 months (that would be commitment for these gypsy toes); so I’m making a point to enjoy my lovely yard and beautiful lawn in the meantime.

I hope you’re all safe. I suggest staying inside. Perhaps, consider taking up writing for the next few months… it’s always seemed to work for me.

corona chronicles (2)

March 24, 2020 Posted by the writer

Today is Piggles birthday!

People keep getting sick and I’m worried about my parents back in Connecticut. I’m super happy I randomly jumped a plane to Manhattan in January. The city and those souls stay on my mind.

I started contemplating my next poetry collection. Volume Four will be beautiful. It’s a lot of years to pack in.

People in Australia are nervous and cautious; loving and wonderful; going through the motions like all of us are.

I took photos of flowers today and walked beside the lake. I’m currently making my mother’s baked mac n cheese recipe and continuing on with my plans of land and some seeds.

I tiktoked earlier today and painted. I weeded a garden and had a glass of wine.

I know something is ‘scary’ about these times but I don’t feel it. I feel like everything is occurring perfectly. I am grieving who has left as a cause of the human sickness sweeping us all, but I’m equally excited about what it brings every day.

We celebrated Lily’s birthday in the park earlier, with my next door neighbour after, and with feasts in between. 13 years she turned today.

Another puppy is going to be joining us in about two weeks. His name is Pascal… buckle up blahg tribe. x

corona chronicles (1)

March 22, 2020 Posted by the writer

Family…. I love you and hope all of you and yours and ours are chillin…

So…

I’ve been on so much extra level silence for so long. This cunty virus came out while I was leaving New York City in February.

Anyways, y’all should already know I hate the fucking press.

This exact week last year, I was in New York City handling my business. My best friend of 36 years strong shouted my airfare to get me to Manhattan in time for what I had to handle why my traumatised then husband bitched out with some whore in Spain.

I literally had zero cents to my name sons…

Ponder that.

… can’t make it up kid.

You quarantined or what? To be hiding in Robina Qld at the moment is alright. Watching people drop dead is fucked up and sad. I don’t care what the media pukes, I listen to the leaders sometimes because I respect the Writers telling them what to say.

I’ve made a really good life doing that in my spare time… as some of you have followed all of these years.

It’s weird that big outlets like YouTube are telling influencers to not say Coronavirus.

Today is post one of the Corona Chronicles. I really need to post daily immediately. I’m snapped out and need to link something.

I hope and know family will find my weird web pocket and read it while they’re stuck inside. I like that and will chat more about what I’m on about tomorrow.

As a Writer. Nothing is better than a global agreement to stay inside and think. My daily spreads and it tickles.

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