Category: ‘blahg’

words i don’t like

September 14, 2020 Posted by the writer

Being the language lover I am, there are two words I don’t like.

‘Content’ and ‘influencer’.

I don’t like the word content because it takes the essence out of the word writing.

It sounds like something to be merely consumed rather than cherished and considered, something forced instead of something thoughtful.

Content takes away from my personal definition of writing which is based on create.

The reason I don’t like the word influencer is very simple, I’m not someone who’s influenced.

In the westernised world where I tend to reside, the media seethes. I have made a very conscious, life-long effort to make moves to avoid this.

It’s why I’ve never owned a television the 20 years I’ve been out of my parents’ house. I don’t read newspapers unless I’m getting paid to.

It’s work living in my happy bubble. New York City is ironically a wonderful place to avoid the media because as much as everyone is watching the city, in the city you’re just marvelling at what’s around you.

A large part of why I elect to live in Australia is because of the tiny population, 24 million. Less people, less media, it’s a very simple equation.

Don’t get me wrong, I still like some documentaries. I still play with cameras and have fun on Tik Tok. I’m going to be starting a podcast, and once I create my writing program, I’ll have to have some type of strategy to share what I create with as many people as I possibly can.

In the meantime, I’m going to keep hiding out with my three dogs chasing waves and kissing sun.

No content, and certainly no influencers.

art therapy

September 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namste blahg tribe

One of the greatest achievements I’ve reached and continue to reach as a Writer is inspiring other people to extract the same benefits that I do through word weaving.

Aside from having built an international career based on my love of language; I’ve hosted and been a member of writing groups which connected me with some of the best wordsmiths I’ve met and gave me the incredible opportunity to encourage and guide others to explore their own creative writing talents.

In taking this to the next level, I enrolled in an art therapy course today. My plan is to weave what I learn in the course to incorporate into my own methodology of a 12 week writing workshop that I’ve been mulling over.

While I enjoy creating work for people to explore and take something away from, it’s always been much more satisfying exciting others to consider the benefit of using my favourite craft to go into their own deeper consciousness.

I firmly believe that creative writing not only builds a new world for others to read and explore, it can enhance and enrich the life you live. I wouldn’t be who I am without writing, point blank. And I certainly would not have been able to effectively manage the trauma I’ve endured as we all do living in this wild, sometimes wonderful, world.

I’m really excited to kick off my Art course and see what it pulls from me. I’m not one to whinge about certain experiences I’ve had, I’m a big fan of moving forward. Alas, I think that having a toolkit to keep moving is important. Usually my toolkit is a leather-bound notebook, some blue gel ink, and a couple of dogs.

As I continue to enjoy a bit of freedom after taking a break from my ordinary grind, I’m keen to use the time effectively so that when I get back in the game I’m doing something new that can genuinely help people.

… I reckon I’m onto something.

meanwhile… on my birthday…

September 11, 2020 Posted by the writer

So getting back to daily feelings / life / facts feels…

… exciting

Last night I drank tequila beers at Eddie’s Grub House.

We took a break to wander across the street and watch the sun dip from the surf club.

I’ve been back now for about 27 months. As the ocean ate the light goodnight, new friends taught me about the volcanic remains we were toasting upon with some of the nicest smiles and most sincerity that I may have experienced ever.

I thought of so many things ringing in 42. I thought about my first husband. About the second two drop kicks I brought in as stand ins while I was torturing myself over my only taste of perfection diving south.

And then I scribbled in my notebook about how it was never perfect, how it was ten years ago now, and how mother fucking blessed I was to be drinking beers with fine gentlemen kissing the end of my birthday goodbye.

… it’s a bit exciting being back blahg family.

I’m plotting my next 12 months. There’s a lot of shit I need to get done before 43 rocks in. I’m not rushing anything… but as a virgo, I need to be god damned organised (at least in my own head).

The best thing about my 2020 birthday was spending time with people who finally made me feel home. New York City is my blood… Australia is my home.

I’m about to make a list of things to get popping this week. I have a new perspective and a refreshed state.

Here we go! Eeeeeh!!

today is my birthday

September 10, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

Today is my birthday. I’m super big on birthdays…

A lot has gone down since I was in webpage land. I traveled up to the top end of Australia and fell madly in love. It’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.

Pity about the bloody crocs…

It’s now been nine months that I’ve been doing whatever I want every day. A job is likely looming, I’m not sure what I’m going to get back to quite yet or what way I’ll spin my word-spinning to bring in some bens again.

I’ll figure it out.

One of my birthday resolutions is to get back to blahging. My introspection the past few years has been strong, I’ve immensely enjoyed keeping to myself.

That said, I enjoyed the early days challenge of this site, checking in every day and sharing my life. After a couple years of that, I equally enjoyed retreating back to myself.

I think I’ve had enough time of isolation. I deleted all of my social media, which wasn’t much. I think “social media” is an oxymoron, but I also understand it’s an effective way to connect with like minds.

The blahg is sort of my in between. It needs some work, I need to figure out how to change the domain. One of my good mates made a point telling me to leave locations out of websites I build considering how much my gypsy ass shifts around.

In this regard, my lease is up in a month. I’m considering resigning while looking at houses all over the place.

Some things never change…

I bought myself a fresh notebook for my birthday and am going to Coolangatta tonight to continue the celebrations.

42… here I come!

when you can live anywhere

July 29, 2020 Posted by the writer

With my North Queensland trip ticking down for a 10 August launch, I’m thinking…

… where am I going to live?

For the past twenty years, since I left the house I grew up (leaving an inked note in the middle of the night); the longest place I stayed anywhere was three years… and that’s because I was traveling most of that time.

I’m usually on the 12 – 18 month plan. Tops…

So with my sights finally and freely set on creating a spiritual sanctuary, I’m not trying to go someplace and then bounce a few months later via my signature Gretchen Cello style.

My trip to the top end is one option. I might go south, I might go west. Regardless of where I go, I’m planning on staying there a few years. Long enough to grow a community, food, art, knowledge and stuff, etc.

You catch my drift.

There’s something I’m working on at the moment that I’ve promised myself to complete prior to setting off. So my days have been taken up with that as well as dancing with the puppies, reading poems and playing TikTok.

I’ve created a mini portable garden in the yard which is making my food taste better. After three days of rain, my first tomatoes popped this morning. Upon first sight I squealed with delight, frolicking in remaining sprinkles of the recent sky splashes — three puppies at my feet.

Regardless of not knowing quite where my feet will plant next, I expect roots. I know it’s going to be beautiful. I close my eyes in trance and see trees and smell salt water. Green things and life.

We leave in 12 days.

(… eeeeeehhhhh!)

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