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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.

looking

March 17, 2020 Posted by the writer

There’s a lot happening worldly at the moment. Corona’s on some shit…

I’ve been writing, hugging, smiling and dancing…

I really hate the internet, hey… I’ve got back to my soul level of ONE.

The world rewards and I’m meeting the most incredible warriors on the daily out saving the cause.

Amen bitches…

I’m 41 years old. I keep saying “42” when people ask how old I am. I’m not sure why yet… but I feel like 42 will be on some shit.

All I want to do is create a sacred space. I don’t consider this an ego desire, I never did…

It’s just what I came to do.

I like the community concept, but when it’s said and done – I already know I’ll bring what I offer alone.

Ah…

… lone.

I know I’m falling away from any digital communication further every day. But I also know there are so many of you I’ll meet still.

Bless up. Hold them close yo.

extra. so much.

March 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

I got divorced again last week. Lucky number three…

I have made new friends who I’m helping. I may have found a third dog.

Every time I get this happy… which has only happened two times before…

I have k(NO)w

De –

– sire

To say any(thing).

One love.

Ps:

my wonderful world of writing

February 16, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste cult collective

Where did the past two weeks go? I’m back in Australia. Lusciously placed on the salty coastline waiting for the sun to rise every morning, rolling in the waves.

Something amazing is occurring in my life at the moment. When I started this page it was to make as a Writer in NYC, and I did. I lived an amazing eight years of it.

Now, for the first time in my grown up days, for a brief window of time…

I don’t have to work. Strike me dead blahg family. I’ve actually got enough bread up whipping words that I am officially on sabbatical.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be back to slogging along with the best of us somewhere in the distant future. But my hard work over the past few years has put me in a position where I’m taking a few months to do nothing more than what my soul announces.

The last time I had this freedom and perspective was in 2002. I remember very clearly. It was in the months leading to me ending up in Australia.

The only thing I had in common with my first husband was an esoteric spirituality. It meant enough to keep us together for nearly a decade. What I grieved for years after the relationship was never him, it was having another seeker by my side.

I have never lost faith in beliefs I was born with. I use them to steer my life, and my life is quite a ride.

I wasn’t desperately chasing an opportunity to zen the fuck out, it just came upon me. And every moment is making some of the best days of my life.

In the past 48 hours, I have met some of the most extraordinary people I’ve encountered. Ink is falling out of my fingertips. The puppies and I spend hours just staring out at sea, watching the sun rays ride the waves.

Everything I set out frantically to achieve when I started FollowMeToNYC, I’ve either achieved or positioned myself closer to. My heart mended. I grew.

Now I’m going to light some sandalwood and stretch. My only plan for the next few months is no plans. No structure. It’s a wonderful place to be…

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