Namaste blog tribe In the four and a half years that I have been chairing our interweb corner of cultville wordness - I never knew a happiness like what I've been hiding in for the past months. I'm never going to make the mistake of mentioning my partner too much, besides in the inky books I've been filling with love poetry. Some things are secret. Plus considering how I lost siblings over the last time I mentioned anyone I was involved with, I...
Namaste lovers I'm moving. Again. It's my fourth move in the past 24 months. Naturally, we're staying in Manhattan, but I need to be closer to Central Park. So the new place is half a block from there. Also, with spring arriving at some stage, I decided the puppies needed an enormous deck - in the center guts of the city. Voila! Ever since I met someone interesting a few weeks back, I've been feeling more and more like myself. Poetry continues...
There are a thousand posts drifting amongst the waves of FollowMeToNYC... I suppose with all of that bloody content, I must complete my book proposal! There are a few reasons why I haven't finished it yet. Mainly, there was no happy ending. And I needed one. See, I believe in happy endings - a lot. I guess that's why the two disasters I married were so tedious to manage. There was never going to be a happy ending, I never sincerely believed it...
Regular readers from way back when have likely read a rant or five about the Retreat I will open one day. I have this whole healing, creative, musical, organic farm land in mind. I think after my first marriage fell apart, I put it on the back burner. Because worse than losing a husband who was shitty to me anyways, I lost a business parter. A potential investor. I have had all kinds of crazy ideas to fund the Retreat from poetry books to...
Namaste tribal cult of blog I spent the weekend getting my read on. For the first time, I obtained hard copies of Poetry Volume 2 and 3. I 'm about half way through volume two. Needless to say, it hurts. However I am happy to finally reach a point, two years after it came out, where I can fold open the spine and say, "Damn. All of that happened." Naturally I've already found formatting quirks and other ickies that will require further attention....