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gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan

Tag: soul (page 8 of 64)

moons. touch. me.

While I didn’t mention Monday’s super moon… it mattered.

Now that my space is sacred and empty, it’s like I’ve constructed a 21 story high spiritual dojo. I still put the recent turn of my betterment (after that) is put down to her. Something touched me that night. Continue reading

emptiness. clips.

imageMy apartment is down to nearly empty. There are two pieces of furniture left, which are disposable, and closets that contain approximately two suitcases of contents.

Few things provide more comfort to a gypsy. I take pride in being able to collect everything I have, in under 15 minutes – and bounce. And while I have seven months until this will likely occur, I’m someone who likes to be prepared. Continue reading

i love to break phones

img_7640It has been a quiet week. I’ve been internal, I chanted a bit. I’ve been spending as much time as I can in the sun before winter sneaks up on me.

I also had the great pleasure of my phone breaking, completely. This means all contacts were lost, photos probably got erased. Of course I don’t back anything up on my phone. I’ll back my writing up, to a certain degree – but my phone?

That’s too much work. Continue reading

don giovanni. dirty stories.

Last night, alone, I dressed in burgundy velvet splashed with golden leaves and six inch platform stilettos – img_7903and I went to the Metropolitan Opera House for the first time.

And it was everything you could possibly imagine it to be… Continue reading

Halloween begins!

img_7794Happy Halloween everyone! Some of you already know, today is my day. My birthday is the only day I like better than Halloween.

My day started with spiral glasses, bunny ears, dressing the puppies like a shark and piggles – and hitting the street.

This all occurred prior to 8am… Continue reading


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