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art therapy

September 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namste blahg tribe

One of the greatest achievements I’ve reached and continue to reach as a Writer is inspiring other people to extract the same benefits that I do through word weaving.

Aside from having built an international career based on my love of language; I’ve hosted and been a member of writing groups which connected me with some of the best wordsmiths I’ve met and gave me the incredible opportunity to encourage and guide others to explore their own creative writing talents.

In taking this to the next level, I enrolled in an art therapy course today. My plan is to weave what I learn in the course to incorporate into my own methodology of a 12 week writing workshop that I’ve been mulling over.

While I enjoy creating work for people to explore and take something away from, it’s always been much more satisfying exciting others to consider the benefit of using my favourite craft to go into their own deeper consciousness.

I firmly believe that creative writing not only builds a new world for others to read and explore, it can enhance and enrich the life you live. I wouldn’t be who I am without writing, point blank. And I certainly would not have been able to effectively manage the trauma I’ve endured as we all do living in this wild, sometimes wonderful, world.

I’m really excited to kick off my Art course and see what it pulls from me. I’m not one to whinge about certain experiences I’ve had, I’m a big fan of moving forward. Alas, I think that having a toolkit to keep moving is important. Usually my toolkit is a leather-bound notebook, some blue gel ink, and a couple of dogs.

As I continue to enjoy a bit of freedom after taking a break from my ordinary grind, I’m keen to use the time effectively so that when I get back in the game I’m doing something new that can genuinely help people.

… I reckon I’m onto something.

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!!

today is my birthday

September 10, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

Today is my birthday. I’m super big on birthdays…

A lot has gone down since I was in webpage land. I traveled up to the top end of Australia and fell madly in love. It’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.

Pity about the bloody crocs…

It’s now been nine months that I’ve been doing whatever I want every day. A job is likely looming, I’m not sure what I’m going to get back to quite yet or what way I’ll spin my word-spinning to bring in some bens again.

I’ll figure it out.

One of my birthday resolutions is to get back to blahging. My introspection the past few years has been strong, I’ve immensely enjoyed keeping to myself.

That said, I enjoyed the early days challenge of this site, checking in every day and sharing my life. After a couple years of that, I equally enjoyed retreating back to myself.

I think I’ve had enough time of isolation. I deleted all of my social media, which wasn’t much. I think “social media” is an oxymoron, but I also understand it’s an effective way to connect with like minds.

The blahg is sort of my in between. It needs some work, I need to figure out how to change the domain. One of my good mates made a point telling me to leave locations out of websites I build considering how much my gypsy ass shifts around.

In this regard, my lease is up in a month. I’m considering resigning while looking at houses all over the place.

Some things never change…

I bought myself a fresh notebook for my birthday and am going to Coolangatta tonight to continue the celebrations.

42… here I come!

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…

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