Posts Tagged: ‘australia’

the resurrection

June 11, 2021 Posted by the writer

Namaste blah-g tribe… what’s goodie?

After about four months of invisible, FollowMeToNYC is being reignited.

To say my life is new is a gross understatement. I could not possibly be more pleased.

Some of you may have been keeping up with the pod, there’s even a YouTube game taking shape.

If you’re really curious what I’ve been up to… try here.

It’s been about four months since I met Heath.

Talk about a divine intervention.

Moving to Yamba, NSW back in January from the Gold Coast led me to my absolute, undoubtable twin flame whilst also introducing me to some of the most disgusting real estate beasts I have yet to encounter.

Those keeping up are naturally aware that I have an extensive history with wanky real estate agents dating back to 2010, possibly prior. So without getting into too much detail, I’ll just let you know that the latest literally forged my signature on a fake contract and submitted it to a court.

… that happened.

I’m leaving Yamba. Heath and I are embarking on a journey around Australia to figure out where the love fest continues.

Heath, Fronkles, Lily, Pascal and I are hitting the street next week.

Heathen Down Under is my favourite project to date with my favourite entity. There is nothing close to him. The cliche mention that ‘everything happens for a blah blah blah’ is true. And when you find the love of your lifetimes, the rest really does wash aside.

Even the most fucked bits.

I hope you’re going to come along on our journey. We’re gearing up, it’s wonderful being brought back to life.

I was getting bored being dreary. x o x

Heathen Down Under

April 8, 2021 Posted by the writer

The first episode of Heathen Down Under premiered on Tuesday (iTunes and Spotify).

Like and subscribe if you’ve been in the cult all of this time… x

Like and subscribe on iTunes babies, it’s all going down.

18 years ago today

February 8, 2021 Posted by the writer

Life is a wild and wonderful ride, considering the big picture. There are a lot of fucked up pieces in between that level you down to Earth, but I still remain a glass half full kind of girl.

18 years ago today, I eloped with my first husband on Sandringham beach. 10 weeks after we met, for a relationship that would last eight years.

It’s been 10 years since I left him. I never looked back. But I’ve grown in such amazing ways throughout my life, sometimes I nod toward the time we spent together.

In the past 10 years, I did everything I told my husband I was going to do, and more.

Thinking about it, the only valuable thing in the relationship we had turned out being completely useless in the end.

I live an extraordinary life. I spent awhile trying to say I’m like everyone else, but I’m not. Neither was my husband. We did amazing things together. We literally changed people’s lives, and people found me and changed mine. Or enhanced it, is probably better wording.

If I didn’t have my best friend, who I’ve known since I was four years old, I’m not sure I’d have my wits about me the same way.

Things that happen in my life are perpetually unbelievable. They always have been. But when you’re accustomed to it, it’s not as shiny.

So I guess that brings me to my moment…

I live in paradise. I still write about money. Such a funny thing. In the galaxy of my soul, I don’t give a fuck about money.

I believe because that is so true, I’ve never worried about it. Money doesn’t make you happy. Trust and faith can if you’re lucky.

But what do I know?

So my moment…

I live in the centre of water. I swam in something called the Wooloweyah lagoon last week. There is ocean and river and lakes completely consuming the small patch of grass I occupy with my three dogs.

I love them so much. Lily is nearly 14.

I couldn’t have planned my life any better. I have this relationship with my intuition that has taken me all over the world. Australia, Italy, Spain, Amsterdam, Belgium, Mexico, Central America, Berlin, Ireland, Vanuatu, Tahiti, midtown Manhattan, South Korea…

At one point I was writing for a Dutch gentleman who was delivering the speeches I was spilling in 237 countries.

I’ve done all kinds of shit.

I rescued a dog on 9th Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen, smuggled it into a luxury door man building and then brought him to Australia, for example.

Curiously, this website came from heartbreak. It’s why I published three poetry books in three years.

When I stopped talking to my husband, I started typing on this webpage. Every single day. And somehow, that got me from a farmstead Queenslander into a luxury high-rise a few blocks from Grand Central.

The weird thing is, I never expected to be married to my husband forever. I obviously knew much better from the first day we met.

There was a farm at some point

I used to think I was creating really great work around here. I liked some of the stories and I’m proud about some of the poems.

Then I realised all of the writing I’ve done since my last poetry book. I came back to Australia to sort it out.

Naturally, me being me, it took two years to cool out. I had the weird spy that was following me and then the bikey boyfriend with fire eyes who used to make my toes curl.

I think I’m finally relaxed.

I ate Australian pizza with a born and bred local who wears the tides on his wrist and rocks swimming trunks like they’re shorts.

I drank tequila with someone who has a peyote cactus growing in front of his caravan and jumped in the lake under the Milky Way last Friday.

I write it all down. I promise.

Happy 2021… where you’ve never known

January 10, 2021 Posted by the writer

Happy 2021 blahg family! It’s time for the dreaded January detox, alas, my weekends have been a bit of a cheat. There’s definitely been one or two bloody marys going down on a Saturday.

Not gonna lie…

Today is Sunday. I walked the puppies. I exercised. I meditated. I made a fruit salad.

I think about all of the words around here regularly. The world has changed since 2009 and I’ve changed with it in some ways — other ways I’m exactly the same.

I started FollowMeToNYC as a disguise to deal with my divorce after my eight year marriage fell apart. It’s funny looking back because I never really spoke about what set all of this off… it was just “New York City NEW York City NEW YORK CITY!”

Let’s not forget that New York City is my fucking town. For life.

Life goes on and you grow. I don’t understand these people who want to live forever. I don’t. Maybe because I believe in life after death.

Regardless of anything, this webpage is special to me. Even if I’m not here as much as I used to be.

Not a lot of people know me personally. I don’t really talk to anyone regularly these days. Just my sister, my father and my best friend.

I feel stronger than I ever have. It makes my soul tingle.

My ineffable love for the world doesn’t fade, but human beings have really gone out of their way to try to fuck me over. Unsuccessfully (obvs), but consistently. Hence “tried…”

For this reason, I’ve retreated. And it’s paid off. The only thing that has ever hurt me in life has been a human. That’s nothing jaded or cynical, it’s reality. I feel like most living creatures would probably agree. Sure sometimes a natural disaster comes in and fucks us around.

But for the most part, it’s people.

In three weeks I’m moving to someplace I’ve never even visited. As the virus fucks the world around, I’m still in this small place where I don’t need to wear a mask and hardly anyone has dropped dead.

This doesn’t make me feel great considering the state of the world. However, I’m grateful and amazed for the position I’ve been in.

Separately, in my true gypsy nature, I’m moving. Again.

It will be the seventh time I’ve moved in the past three years.

… you got that?

Buckle up blahg family. I’m still here. I’ve been so quiet, but I have heaps to tell you. I’m thinking of new ways to do that.

Mostly, I’m just living my life. I’m not chasing anything anymore. I’m 42 and I can just independently exist. I don’t rely on anyone. My heart has a shield around it that took about eight years to build.

I’ve decided in 2021 I need to become a multi-millionaire so no one that I love ever has to care about money again.

… let’s see what happens. x o x

sun-delay-gday

December 6, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

Here is the first Sundaze post… it’s still Sunday in Manhattan so I feel like that counts… G’day SunDelay x o x

December’s kicked off, which is concluding my twelve months to mySelf.

In 2021 I’ll more proactively participate in life… but these past 12 months have been nothing less than sacred.

The way that I drastically, and somewhat regularly, restructure my life is one of my favourite inspiration buckets. I’ve met one other person who adapts the way that I do… I’m not saying there aren’t heaps of others, I’ve just happen to personally get tied up with one.

He’s a lot of fun…

I’ve been on the beach waiting for the sun to come up every morning.

To go from living in midtown Manhattan for close to a decade, back to an essentially empty island, is like anything else in life…

50/50

I’m equally appreciative of each half.

I think that’s actually a big part of who I am as an Artist.

A lot of this year has been about me figuring out how to support myself. I’ve been supporting myself with business writing for a long time now. I’ve learned things I never expected to see and have been able to take care of myself in ways I would have never imagined.

And regardless that I have two finished books, a few screenplays, some novels, and more inked poetry than I could probably find… I can’t use creative work as a get paid tactic.

I’m not really sure why. But I think a non-profit getting people to write might be something. The podcast also is taking shape, but I hate advertising so much I don’t expect it to turn lucratively like that.

Anyways… blah blah blah.

…see you Sundaze.

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