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 -


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]

Monday, June 8, 2009

sister sun and sister luna...

i am a pure-bred fire sign, and my relationship with the sun is intimate in the truest sense - when the sun is wearing her firey robe and her sparkling hair is dancing around the sky, all is well in my world - totally - anything everything is possible - not only possible but probable - like when i'm wearing my old off-lime-green sweatshirt in gypsywomanworld, everything becomes brighter and more beautiful and happier when the sun is out - my body is happier - my mind clearer -

and so it is also with the moon - i could be locked in a bank vault for days and know whether or not the moon is full - my body responds physiologically - my mind wanders - you know the story - the glory that is the sun and the moon shines down upon and into each of us -

today was divine - the sky blue - puffy white and gray clouds breezed across the sky, blanketing the heat once in a while - and the hot kiss of the sun made its way through my open sun roof - and is shining down onto my desk as i type - but today, alas, the moon is weaving her way out of her fullness - now into her waning gibbous phase - i'm hoping that tonight again she will peak through my windows and visit with me as she circles across my windows -

i refer to both the sun and the moon in the female gender - the givers of life - of light - of heat - and think of them as "family" even - they are always there - no matter what else in our lives is out of kilter or sync - we know that right up there - just above, is the sun - and the moon - that day will come again and night fall afterward - so reassuringly always "there", the both of them -

when my children were little, i taught them about the sun, the moon, about our planet earth, the cosmos and about our other "family members" the wind and rain and grass and trees, the ground beneath us, and all other living things - and how interwoven our spirits and bodies are each with the other - and so, my children came to know their "sister sun" and "sister luna" and "cousins wind and rain and grass and trees, cousins wolf, dog, cat, horse, eagle - and all our other cousins" -

and my children had children and the same stories were told them - from infancy they were shown sister luna at night, they learned to love sister sun and to laugh with cousin wind and to run and play with cousin rain -

and now my children's children have children - and i cannot wait to share with them [myself] our extended "family" -

when my now-17 year old grandson christopher was but a toddler, he came to me one morning and said, "nanny, i had a dream last night - i dreamed i was flying with the eagles" - which, of course, gave me much much pleasure but did not surprise me - from that time since, christopher speaks of his "flying with the eagles" - and whenever we end a text message or other note or conversation to each other, mine is signed "fly with the eagles, baby" and his to me ends "walk with the turtles, nanny" -

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