Posts Tagged: ‘soul’

never a brand

July 25, 2020 Posted by the writer

I will never be a brand. A publisher or PR person will have an issue with this. And all this associates with why I’ve never wanted my ART to be my salary.

Money is gross. The world has been built and warped in westernised ways where it takes bread to get by. I get that. That’s why I worked for so long with the trust in our higher power that freedom would eventually find me and give me the capacity to help and do my greatest good.

I’m swimming in that now blahg family… flying free like usual. But super close to figuring ‘it’ out.

There are too many sides of me to be anything. So many successfuls shit on about their brand. I’m happy they’ve got money, but I can’t relate.

I feel like what makes me ME and enables me to add the greatest value to US is that I don’t align myself completely with anything. I mean, I’m an Artist. I’m spiritual.

That’s what I’ve got. Beyond that, see me any day and make a judgement if you need to.

It’s really gross (to me) that the new new is to hear humans getting money for some sort of mention about this or that being ‘on brand’.

What the fuck does that even mean?

I can’t ever let anyone direct my Art because that’s what the business wants.

My experience in business was writing for real business. All those pieces everyone complains about but inadvertently participates in every day… I researched it Wall Street style for close to a decade.

My art isn’t a business. I will never write the way anyone tells me to. I don’t need or want the approval of a system to validate my soul. I don’t need Amazon to put out my pieces. I can’t stomach advertisements on any corporate medium.

OMFG.

… I think I’m going to start talking every day again.

Love, miss and value you blahg cult. One love. Always.

These are my two favourite songs today. Suck that up your brand.

#writerslife fuckers x o x

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…

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

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

corona chronicles (1)

March 22, 2020 Posted by the writer

Family…. I love you and hope all of you and yours and ours are chillin…

So…

I’ve been on so much extra level silence for so long. This cunty virus came out while I was leaving New York City in February.

Anyways, y’all should already know I hate the fucking press.

This exact week last year, I was in New York City handling my business. My best friend of 36 years strong shouted my airfare to get me to Manhattan in time for what I had to handle why my traumatised then husband bitched out with some whore in Spain.

I literally had zero cents to my name sons…

Ponder that.

… can’t make it up kid.

You quarantined or what? To be hiding in Robina Qld at the moment is alright. Watching people drop dead is fucked up and sad. I don’t care what the media pukes, I listen to the leaders sometimes because I respect the Writers telling them what to say.

I’ve made a really good life doing that in my spare time… as some of you have followed all of these years.

It’s weird that big outlets like YouTube are telling influencers to not say Coronavirus.

Today is post one of the Corona Chronicles. I really need to post daily immediately. I’m snapped out and need to link something.

I hope and know family will find my weird web pocket and read it while they’re stuck inside. I like that and will chat more about what I’m on about tomorrow.

As a Writer. Nothing is better than a global agreement to stay inside and think. My daily spreads and it tickles.

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