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inside independence

September 18, 2020 Posted by the writer

So here’s the thing, completely having my days to mySelf with no requirement of meeting anyone else’s requests or expectations is essentially the best thing to go down in the past 42 years that I’ve been strolling around.

I spend a lot of time at the beach. I take the puppies on two massive walks every day that probably accomodate about 25% of my waking hours. As of late I’m learning and practicing art therapy. I just finished my yoga practice.

After twenty years in and out of the work game, I’m extremely gracious for the time I have right now. I understand how important it is to make every day count. Because while being a big shot Manhattan executive was pretty fun and certainly educational, I don’t really want to work for anyone else anymore.

That said, I’m not wasting any time on ‘what if…’ at the moment. I’m living in the present and appreciating every day. Being able to do whatever I want every day suits me, and my plan is to put my energy toward maintaining this lifestyle.

I know what you’re thinking, anyone with that opportunity would say the same thing. And I completely agree. The difference is seizing it. Part of why my first marriage fell apart was because my husband never believed I would get to where I am right now. No matter how many times I swore to him I’d figure it out somehow.

And here I am.

My focus now is to design a methodology where people can tap into their own psyche to achieve what I’ve achieved. I feel like my last twenty years out in the big bad world have been pretty incredible. I used to put everything down to intuition, to really knowing who you are and what you want.

But I’ve realised that’s a sort of selfish way to explain how to figure out to navigate your greatest destiny and make every day amazing. Sure we all have shit days, I don’t think we really have to though. Regardless of how many I boo hoo through myself.

I was speaking with one of my favourite New York City poets yesterday about how as Artists we embrace all of our emotions, perhaps we even over dramatise them. And we have no desire to stop doing that, because then we wouldn’t be who we are.

My plan is to help other people peel away layers using Art to realign themselves and redirect their focus to really achieve their dreams. Break yourSelf down.

I reckon I’m onto something…

Oh, and PS. My best friend is starting to feel better…

my best friend is sick

September 16, 2020 Posted by the writer

Jose is in the hospital with septic shock. David and I have been on the phone discussing a million different ways to say, “You got this…”

You got this…

Quite a few heads came around here yesterday to read my This is Paris review where I mentioned some traumatic shit I was hit with a few years back.

Yesterday I was discussing with my psychologist certain things about me that changed after all that went down. We’re all changing every day as fluid creatures, some things leave more of a scar.

Anyways, I was telling her about how since the cops jumped me, I’ve been much more in tune with trauma in general. Not just mine, but everyone’s, all over the world.

When you survive something a bit extraordinary to what’s average, you look at the world differently I suppose.

Jose has already survived major lung surgery. He was fighting strep throat with one lung when shit turned from there. He’s in the hospital right now on the westside of Manhattan fighting for his life.

No one can visit him because of corona fever. I can’t even send flowers.

After the NYPD tried to kill me, the courts criticised me for going on with my life. Like, since I refused to allow a couple of NYPD c*nts destroy my life, that meant everything was fine.

Let me tell you, I refuse to let anything break my spirit, ever. I was raised like that. It’s a massive factor of what makes me.

That said, Jose being unwell is giving me a bit of a broken heart beating. I’m going to send him more texts, tell him I love him and send whatever vibes I can to the other side of the world to get him better.

I believe your spirit and soul can heal no matter what. It’s part of what I’m trying to learn to guide others with using Art and, naturally, Writing.

But human bodies can be a real drag. I’m going to go trance out and send my homie light. He’s fighting now in a way none of us could imagine. TBH it dwarfs anything I’ve ever been through. Real talk.

Cross your fingers for us.

perspective. training.

April 9, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

To keep things in perspective, I thought it worth bringing light today to the fact that I have no family on my favourite continent. And three of my five friends are in New York City.

In 2002 I was here for a wonderful love that lasted until it was finished which is when I started this webpage, to mend my broken heart.

I’ve literally been divorced three times since post number one, let that seep in.

As a little girl in the 80’s with four big sisters, everything was boys and love. I wanted all of that. Thought I had it for a minute, but what I had was an interesting phase of spiritual progression which concluded when my then partner ceased progressing.

I wrote three poetry books about it back then. I never think of him anymore.

I used to thrive on co-dependency. Not because I ever felt like I needed anyone, it was just really nice believing someone was there.

I’ve ranted over the years about my spiritual practice, how my ingrained belief since birth is the blunt understanding that we exist as one making it impossible to therefore be alone.

My heart extends to anyone who is sick right now, lost a loved one or entangled in quarantine chaos. My life hasn’t actually changed much to date. Don’t get me wrong, I understand this virus means nothing will ever be the same – but at the moment, I’m living pretty regularly.

Training a seven week old puppy when you have a 13 year old and 8 year old dog is real talk. I’m happy to be full-time home because I wouldn’t be able to give any of them the time and attention to adjust if I was, say, running around midtown Manhattan hustling words.

All of that word hustling brought me back home and I couldn’t be happier. I like to think the light of happiness can outshine any level of darkness that splats across our canvas.

So on that note, I’ll keep doing my thing. Meditating, manifesting, and most importantly — staying mindful. Oh, and writing.

… always writing. Never get it twisted. x o x

and then i was in nyc

January 28, 2020 Posted by the writer

I decided ten days ago Manhattan was calling. I had been in a fairly shit mood for like two weeks and I needed a quick fix.

So last Friday, I hopped on a plane and am currently hibernating amongst chilly treetops and windy street blocks.

Since I left Manhattan to go back to Australia in June 2018, I’ve been freelancing.

The dopest thing about being a freelance Writer is setting yourself up to work a month, have a month to yourself, work a month, play for a month… or more. Sometimes two months. Sometimes three.

It’s not the most financially lucrative way of living, but swinging it has been a blessing. And if I hadn’t spent eight years slaying as a word nerd in Manhattan, I don’t reckon I would have been able to work my career quite same way.

That said, I recently met some friends that run a business in the Phillipines who would be very keen to snatch up a full-time Writer. There aren’t actually that many of us around. I mean, anyone can write and should write… the professional game gets a bit different.

I’m going to hide out in the city with trips to the sticks until Friday week. This is the third time I’ve been able to get from Australia to the city in the past three months.

When I fired this page up ten years ago, I could barely afford flying one way…

I’m still feeling quite internal but the feeling is where I connect to what’s around me. It blows my mind I updated this page every day for over five years.

A lot changes in five years. Even more changes in ten.

I’m kind of shocked by online behaviours these days. I can honestly say if the same amount of internet hate was getting slung around ten years ago, I probably wouldn’t have built this blahg.

I really love connecting with like-minded tribal members and enjoy spending time with beautiful people. I’m away from glowing screens as much as I can be. These days I turn my phone off for open-ended periods of time and stay away from computers as much as I can.

I guess I’ve come back to who I was before I dipped into FollowMeToNYC. An enhanced version, naturally. I believe women are like wine.

I’m going to go pour more blue ink into my black leather book. I hope you are all happy, healthy and beaming. I’m really trying to change back to daily posts, but I’ve been trying for a couple years now. I’m onto new art projects that I’ll share as they unravel. But best believe, my gypsy bounce has never been springier.

the hate you project don’t effect me

November 4, 2018 Posted by the writer

Rest in peace Ranford Bigsby.

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