Posts Tagged: ‘thinking’

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.

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…

my anxiety of advertising

January 31, 2020 Posted by the writer

I really can’t handle advertising. I don’t reckon advertising is something that overjoys anyone — but I feel like my loathing is next level.

Since leaving the household where I was raised twenty years ago, in the middle of the night to sleep on a New York City floor with some welcoming strangers I met the night prior — I’ve never owned a television. Televisions are advertising boxes that I cannot personally endure.

Part of why my web presence has faded since firing up ten years back is because computers have followed the same suit. These days I read very little online because the assault of advertising has an ineffable effect on me.

I’m a free spirit with an open mind and I enjoy making my own decisions and being guided by my free will. When any type of brand or foreign influence intervenes, I tend to plug my ears and squint my eyes.

It’s over the top, I know.

This essentially sums it up.

Furthermore, this issue prevents me from any online monetization effort. I have a stack of acquaintances getting bread off of the commercials shoved in their YouTube videos or the google ads woven in their webpages. And trust me, I envy the “who cares” approach. Maybe one day I’ll get over it.

A word that makes me throw up in my mouth the most these days is “influencers”. I perceive an “influencer” as a human advertisement. I think this is even more disgusting than a corporate commercial, because these people are using an audience who adores them to pimp flat tummy tea or whatever trash pays. It’s impersonal and self-centred.

Smart phones are essentially mini television tracking devices that have changed the world in a way far beyond me. And while I no doubt require the access of certain technologies as part of my career, I try to keep it at that.

So in closing, FollowMeToNYC will remain ad-free. Shout out to the YouTube millionaires who have literally banked millions off of ad revenue. It literally blows my mind.

mansion life. sun up. sun down.

December 28, 2018 Posted by the writer

Living in a mansion for the past six months has been a new solar system after tucking myself into stacks of midtown Manhattan apartments for eights years.

I have a reading room, a writing room and an outdoor sanctuary for swimming, sun bathing and word spinning. It’s a far cry from my beloved farm house where I was dwelling back in 2009 when FollowMeToNYC took shape.

Lately I’ve been reflecting a lot. When the sun goes up until when it drops. Then I usually float on my back in the pool and the stare at the stars for awhile.

My six months back in Australia have been divine. The past few years have been mind blowing, and as I roll into 2019 to celebrate ten years of this blahg… that’s a whole lot of life that went down.

I’m a firm believer that creatures don’t really change. Experiences differ, so I guess we roll through them as we may, but when it comes to your center to you being YOU – your own unique piece of Us, if you will…. I don’t reckon much changes.

When I started this page I needed a voice after being neglected by an emotionally abusive partner for a couple of years too many. I built a comfy corner and complimented it with social connections and endeavors to grow an audience and interact.

Truth is, I’m not really that type of creature. One of my traits as a born Writer is despising glowing boxes (television, phones, digital everything) and embracing solitude. Finding my own path to wander where I can listen to my inner voice, how I connect with the life I live, and making language paintings remains my one true passion.

I originally came to Australia in 2002 because it’s about as far from New York City as you can get, an entirely different planet to where I’m from. I returned this year for the same reason.

I’m awaiting my husband’s orders which are going to result in me being swooped up and lifted to Western Australia in a literal blink. Yet another new land where I have never lived but always dreamed.

That’s when the next chapter officially starts.

merriest merry

December 25, 2018 Posted by the writer

Merry Christmas blog tribe. I hope everyone ate too much and was showered in gifts. My nemesis over the past few days has been goat cheese stuffed cherry tomatoes and more champagne than I could accurately recall.

Coming from Spain, my husband made the biggest seafood paella I have ever seen and we guzzled sangria like it’s my job.

Speaking of jobs… I can’t say how wonderful not working has been. The last time I had all of my time to myself was 2009/2010 when I first fired up this blahg and was finding my way back to Manhattan. I published three poetry books back then, wrote and shot a short film, scribbled out a couple of other scripts, and even played YouTube a bit which I’ve since destroyed.

Though I’m contemplating firing up a new one…

I spend my days walking my dogs, loving my man, editing / writing / pondering, swimming in the sea, laying in the sun, cooking European feasts, hiding out, meditating and literally being blissful.

When I first started whispering to my tiny inner circle about my man moving us over to a military base on the Indian Ocean where I can sit on my front porch, stare at the waves and spill stories… I received back a few, “Gee, not working? Aren’t you going to be bored?”

To this I responded something like, “HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA….” (pause, gasp, wipe eye tears) “HAAAAAAAAAAA!” Prior to concluding with, “Ummm, no. Nope. I won’t be bored.”

Independently supporting myself as a Writer in some of the most expensive neighborhoods on earth while I was in Manhattan for eight years was tremendously satisfying. Anyone who came to visit me can tell you how I was living.

And let me tell you… I was liv-in.

Now, I just want to chill. Having turned 40 in September, walking into the second half of my life — I am more than happy to have someone take care of me. I spent 20 years paying bills, covering rent, grinding grinding grinding. Having only now stopped, about a month ago, there’s no words for how relaxed I feel.

It’s the first time in my life since I was a kid living with my parents that anyone is going to take care of me.

We’re hanging out waiting for the official order. Once it comes, the puppies, myself and my man will be picked up and plopped on the west coast quicker than you can say, “Yes, please.” Or as my husband would say, “Porfavor…

Wrapping up this year is more symbolic to me thank I can express. Perhaps I can have a go when I start publishing my next set of poetry books.

… considering my time is mine now. The new life I sought when I left Manhattan starts now. I couldn’t be more pleased.

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