Something that fascinates me about my Australian existence is being a day ahead of where a stack of my loyalties and loved ones lay. I have countless telephone conversations with my New York City tribe that include phrases along the lines of, “No for real, tomorrow’s looking sweet… I swear…”
The time change is a big part of what makes me feel distant from my life in the US during my Aussie stints. There’s something about having my morning coffee while a majority of our northern hemisphere cult members are tucking into dinner meals that makes me feel much further away than another country.
Per usual… I feel like I’m in outer space…
However I must say, the distance and alienation that is born from attempting to balance life on two sides of the globe inspires some of the most heart-felt verse; stanzas attempting to balance and make sense of a split life that vibrates on opposite sides of the Earth.
I spent this afternoon catching up with gorgeous creatures that I have missed for months. Guitars were played, stories were shared, and laughter echoed from rooftops. We talked about what inspires us, what we’ve seen, who we think we might be.
And I ran away and wrote phrases down. Some were stories, some were poems, but every line felt like it was carrying me into the next phase.
The writing workshops I’m developing are coming along sweetly and I believe I have found a local venue to cater to my requirements – which basically means four walls to hold in about two dozen word nerds armed with ink and pages.
And if all goes to how I’d like… there will be complimentary bubble tea… we must never lose sight of priorities. Sugary goodness with tapioca pearls remains a critical element of inspiration. Particularly when it’s lychee flavored…