blue tips. holiday whips.

Happy Sunday global lover tribe. I only work two days this week. One day will be remotely, because I'll be in Boston for Thanksgiving. Yesterday I feasted with a local favorite. We cooked too much food. He made jalapeño corn bread that was accompanied with dark rum punch. We dyed the tips of my hair blue. Later on I waxed my legs during Patron shots.  I was poured a eucalyptus epsom soak and dipped myself in candlelit bath water. The weekend...

allora

I knew it the minute he mentioned north and south Italy. “It’s very different. North and south Italy. Have you been there?” He’s from close to Rome, and I have family born in Sicily. I have an Australian passport in my closet. I consider myself a global citizen. “No,” I tell him growing bored of the conversation and already forgetting how we met in the first place. “I haven’t been there.” His wife left him a month ago, and you...

moons. touch. me.

While I didn't mention Monday's super moon... it mattered. Now that my space is sacred and empty, it's like I've constructed a 21 story high spiritual dojo. I still put the recent turn of my betterment (after that) is put down to her. Something touched me that night. I cannot tell you the value of getting my head right. The two people I still speak with after my dip are also very happy that all that is finished now. It was bad. There are a lot...

emptiness. clips.

My apartment is down to nearly empty. There are two pieces of furniture left, which are disposable, and closets that contain approximately two suitcases of contents. Few things provide more comfort to a gypsy. I take pride in being able to collect everything I have, in under 15 minutes - and bounce. And while I have seven months until this will likely occur, I'm someone who likes to be prepared. It was refreshing to toss out about 12 garbage...

Halloween, always the best

Happy after Halloween morning! Last night naturally did not disappoint, we were up down and everywhere in swirls of costumes decorating the streets of the city. It felt good to feel good... to be out and about and happy. I haven't really stopped thinking about my experience on Friday or how it's literally changed how I had been feeling as of late. All I feel like doing is working on my book. It's amazing to see work come to completion. For me...
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