the gypsies' journey...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - following the path of the sun and the trail of the stars to worlds known and unknown from yesterday and today into tomorrow -

this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real -
imagined and/or real - a STREAMOFCONSCIOUSNESS telling of my own personal thoughts feelings experiences - interspersed with words and images of others - with things defined by most as PARAnormal which - for me - all my life - have been PERFECTLYnormal -

SO come along with me and we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories around the campfire - together -

THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD

My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

Sunday, June 21, 2009

the angels speak...

sitting at the dining room table, earlier today i was going through a large box of old family photographs - a LARGE box, one of those large storage boxes the size of a camping ice chest which, because of its size i had to keep in the floor - now, this is but one of about seven such large boxes that i have filled with photos and paper keepsakes from my children over their lives -

my daughter lisa was doing some things on the other side of the dining table - the table seats eight people and the box of photos in the floor was not in any way visible to her - anyway, i was rummaging down in the last 1/3 of the box and while bending over, picked up a tiny photo of one of the plywood christmas angels i had made for my children when they were just toddlers - i was still bending over the box, holding the tiny photo in my hand when lisa said, "oh, mom, do you remember those plywood christmas angels you made when we were kids - do you have any photos of them still?" -

i straightened up and lifted my hand out of the box with the photo she was asking about - and here it is...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Life is strange in many way's...There's always an unseen doorway just waiting to be opened...Have a good week...

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey lady - thanks so much for comment - they are always appreciated more than you know - and you, too, have a great fantabulous week!!!