Posts Tagged: ‘australia’

words i don’t like

September 14, 2020 Posted by the writer

Being the language lover I am, there are two words I don’t like.

‘Content’ and ‘influencer’.

I don’t like the word content because it takes the essence out of the word writing.

It sounds like something to be merely consumed rather than cherished and considered, something forced instead of something thoughtful.

Content takes away from my personal definition of writing which is based on create.

The reason I don’t like the word influencer is very simple, I’m not someone who’s influenced.

In the westernised world where I tend to reside, the media seethes. I have made a very conscious, life-long effort to make moves to avoid this.

It’s why I’ve never owned a television the 20 years I’ve been out of my parents’ house. I don’t read newspapers unless I’m getting paid to.

It’s work living in my happy bubble. New York City is ironically a wonderful place to avoid the media because as much as everyone is watching the city, in the city you’re just marvelling at what’s around you.

A large part of why I elect to live in Australia is because of the tiny population, 24 million. Less people, less media, it’s a very simple equation.

Don’t get me wrong, I still like some documentaries. I still play with cameras and have fun on Tik Tok. I’m going to be starting a podcast, and once I create my writing program, I’ll have to have some type of strategy to share what I create with as many people as I possibly can.

In the meantime, I’m going to keep hiding out with my three dogs chasing waves and kissing sun.

No content, and certainly no influencers.

meanwhile… on my birthday…

September 11, 2020 Posted by the writer

So getting back to daily feelings / life / facts feels…

… exciting

Last night I drank tequila beers at Eddie’s Grub House.

We took a break to wander across the street and watch the sun dip from the surf club.

I’ve been back now for about 27 months. As the ocean ate the light goodnight, new friends taught me about the volcanic remains we were toasting upon with some of the nicest smiles and most sincerity that I may have experienced ever.

I thought of so many things ringing in 42. I thought about my first husband. About the second two drop kicks I brought in as stand ins while I was torturing myself over my only taste of perfection diving south.

And then I scribbled in my notebook about how it was never perfect, how it was ten years ago now, and how mother fucking blessed I was to be drinking beers with fine gentlemen kissing the end of my birthday goodbye.

… it’s a bit exciting being back blahg family.

I’m plotting my next 12 months. There’s a lot of shit I need to get done before 43 rocks in. I’m not rushing anything… but as a virgo, I need to be god damned organised (at least in my own head).

The best thing about my 2020 birthday was spending time with people who finally made me feel home. New York City is my blood… Australia is my home.

I’m about to make a list of things to get popping this week. I have a new perspective and a refreshed state.

Here we go! Eeeeeh!!

quite a flash

July 24, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

Wow… it’s been over three months, quite a flash indeed.

It’s been seven months since I’ve had to work for anyone. I’ve spent this time traveling, thinking, meditating, dancing on the beach, raising the newest puppy (Pascal who joined us on Easter) and completely indulging in this new era of my life.

Today I booked a motorhome to travel to the top end of Australia in a bit over two weeks’ time. There is blue water and rain forests up there that have been whispering to me for ages. I’m going to pop up to explore, and come November, relocate.

Having this time to mySelf is inexplicable. I suppose in some ways it’s been a bit selfish to shut myself off to the world. I changed my phone number twice in the past six months; I’ve moved house five times in the past two years and have been back and forth to New York City three times during the same timeframe — the amount of self-reflection going down is off the charts.

Curiously, while I hold a true love for good people (which I still believe are most); I’ve never been an overly social person. FollowMeToNYC was started as something to get me out of my comfort zone going through an icky divorce. And although the project and efforts completely succeeded in that regard, it’s completely lush being back in my own comfort zone — which is sticking to myself and hiding out.

The eight year anniversary of a best friend‘s suicide is next week. His little sister has become my little sister and she and I agree he couldn’t have left either of us with a more precious gift.

Prior to putting out Poetry Volumes One, Two and Three in a three-year period, I was simmering for a long time. Scribbling in notebooks, keeping secrets, climbing trees and exploring love in so many ways.

I feel like for the past few years I’ve been in a similar state. With my birthday on the September horizon, I’m ready for new art.

Having no pressure on me, no responsibilities, no one to answer to and this complete, new freedom which I’ve managed to achieve while remaining totally independent following my first divorce is nothing less than utter bliss.

I just wanted to check in and let everyone know I’m thinking of you and the time I spent/spend amongst these plus-thousand posts.

I promise to take you along on my adventure north… we leave 10 August.

Up up and away…

two weeks later… pascal

April 7, 2020 Posted by the writer

So my mini “corona chronicles” rant didn’t get too far. I reckon most of us are hearing too much about the shit. We’re all living it now, so ranting seems frivolous.

I’ve spent the last two weeks in regular contact with my New York City people and continue to connect with them daily. What happened is a disgrace, dooming and glooming over it here won’t help me or anyone else. I can only imagine what one of my favourite boyfriends from Italy must be going through.

It’s completely ironic that prior to the world having to jump into quarantine mode I had already isolated myself. Rather than let global chaos infringe on us by what I believe is a manmade virus and product of biological warfare; I travelled north to the Sunshine Coast to pick up the newest addition to my family.

His name is Pascal in honour of Easter approaching. He was originally coming home on Good Friday, but since no one is really supposed to be on the roads, I picked him up a week early and was back to my quarters by 10am.

In addition to introducing Pascal to the puppies, I’ve been spending a lot of time in my garden. Passion fruit are going crazy and I’ve finally started a little veggie patch.

I don’t plan on being in this house any longer than 12 months (that would be commitment for these gypsy toes); so I’m making a point to enjoy my lovely yard and beautiful lawn in the meantime.

I hope you’re all safe. I suggest staying inside. Perhaps, consider taking up writing for the next few months… it’s always seemed to work for me.

corona chronicles (2)

March 24, 2020 Posted by the writer

Today is Piggles birthday!

People keep getting sick and I’m worried about my parents back in Connecticut. I’m super happy I randomly jumped a plane to Manhattan in January. The city and those souls stay on my mind.

I started contemplating my next poetry collection. Volume Four will be beautiful. It’s a lot of years to pack in.

People in Australia are nervous and cautious; loving and wonderful; going through the motions like all of us are.

I took photos of flowers today and walked beside the lake. I’m currently making my mother’s baked mac n cheese recipe and continuing on with my plans of land and some seeds.

I tiktoked earlier today and painted. I weeded a garden and had a glass of wine.

I know something is ‘scary’ about these times but I don’t feel it. I feel like everything is occurring perfectly. I am grieving who has left as a cause of the human sickness sweeping us all, but I’m equally excited about what it brings every day.

We celebrated Lily’s birthday in the park earlier, with my next door neighbour after, and with feasts in between. 13 years she turned today.

Another puppy is going to be joining us in about two weeks. His name is Pascal… buckle up blahg tribe. x

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