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]

Friday, August 28, 2009

Our birth is but
a sleep and a forgetting.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
and not in utter nakedness,



Celeste Maia said...

What a beautiful photograph, and lovely thought. Have you read Michael Ondaatje's poetry? He wrote one poem that says that during his/her first 40 days a newborn remembers everything from his past life, but after 40 days, all those memories are gone.

Nancy said...

Lovely. Nice to think about.

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

What a perfect end to a day. Visit gypsy's site and be uplifted and carried away!


celeste maia - no, i've not read Michael Ondaatje's poetry - but i do believe it to be true of the newborn's memory - my daughter cindy all her life has described memories from her bassinet which was used for just her first two months after birth - it's like the infants' ability to swim at birth - and most things even, i suppose - you know, something not being utilized regularly and then that particular ability loses itself with time - in any event, now i've something new on my reading list! thanks! and have a glorious day!


nancy - thank you so much for coming by - i always look forward to seeing you here! have a great weekend!


oh, trish, now you've uplifted and carried me away toward the remaining night and dreams - i've been feelin' all melancholy and blue from having had this bug so long - and don't you love this image? :)


oh, and i forgot to mention, celeste - dear heavens!!! the english patient! how many times i've sat immersed in its beauty! as much as i read and there is still so much left to be read...