Posts Tagged: ‘soul’

luka is busy

April 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

Yesterday when I was reading the Australian Financial Review to look at companies to invest in (I chose to throw more cash at Cannatrek, because I support medicinal marijuana), I was surprised to see a financial paper mention a poet.

I emailed the poet, some cat named Luka, and asked if he wanted to collab. This clearly isn’t a clout chase, I’m independent, successful and presently enthralled with my artistic portfolio.

I’m 41 years old after all, a completely proud artist.

Anyways, I didn’t have anything in mind. I saw some of Luka’s work which, to be frank, didn’t really speak to me. He’s a spoken work poet with quite a political crunch.

I suppose because none of his work spoke to me or inspired me, it invoked an idea of… I wonder if we created something together. Considering how different our art is, I imagined something interesting out of an amalgamation.

And let’s face it, I’m a fairly reclusive writer (graciously so). However, when I’ve been called to collaborate in the past (a few rare times) something beautiful has always been born.

I asked Luka if he wanted to collaborate. He replied “Sorry Gretchen, I’m just too busy these days.”

Now don’t get me wrong, if you don’t want to make art together, all good. I just feel like replying, “I’m just too busy these days” in the middle of a global pandemic when no one can really do shit is kind of weak.

Like, considering he replied to my initial query within an hour — you aren’t really that busy. Furthermore, he was gracious enough to reply to me three times within a 12-hour period.

I’ve lived busy times. I guess Luka’s idea of busy is different from mine. At the end of the day, I was impulsive ready to get a new sort of project popping (because I’m always onto the next one); I learned a valuable lesson in the end.

It’s a lesson to myself on my usual stance. Writing is a unique, individual experience. I want to bring it to who finds me and work with people I love.

I guess Luka is too random. Dig his work if it’s your thing though. It’s not mine. I don’t feel bad for myself like that.

Furthermore, once I saw what he charges for his time, it all made sense. I was impulsive and am happy the universe blocked it.

$330 for a 60 minute poetry workshop?

I would rather gauge my eyes out than charge that. People who have attended my free classes would attest to this.

Luka, thank you for pulling me into my place brother. You and I could never collaborate. And it’s not because you’re “just too busy”; it’s because I was silly to google you after seeing your name in the AFR and because we clearly have utterly opposite ideas of art and how to spread it.

I was feeling a bit loose yesterday afternoon, what more can I say?

Good luck kid. Get that cheddah. I respect the players, I just hate the game.

If my work ever makes more noise than I’d like, I just hope this dude isn’t like “she wanted to collaborate wth me once”. That will be my luck. I’ll laugh it off like I always do.

Namaste mother universe for the spank. Now is not a time for me to be working with anyone else. I need to just keep doing what I do.

… I’m doing it really well.

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…


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.

extra. so much.

March 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

I got divorced again last week. Lucky number three…

I have made new friends who I’m helping. I may have found a third dog.

Every time I get this happy… which has only happened two times before…

I have k(NO)w

De –

– sire

To say any(thing).

One love.


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