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…