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]

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Liza said...

Incredible post!
I love it.


thanks liza - yes, i love the quote of long ago and written by a man who faced much much personal struggle!

willow said...

OMG...WT sings this around the manor all the time, word for word!! (I'm not kidding)


oh, how neat, willow! and you know, i'm not sure i've ever heard it sung - but i think the story of henley is so inspirational! i'm so glad you came by - your visits are always so welcome!!!

JamaGenie said...

'bloody but not bowed'...very profound, but can't imagine this poem as a song! Love the painting of the ship!


oh, hello there, jg - so glad to have you drop by - and you're right, very very profound - thanks so much for coming over and leaving a note - have a great remainder of the evening!

Cyrus Rumi said...

Great post!!!!:)...nice pic.

Have a great day:)



oh, hello cyrus - thank you for the comment - and for coming by - have a wonderful remainder of the evening!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Another perfect score, gypsy. You never disappoint.


thanks so much, trish! and might i add, "nor do you, lady!"

have a wonderful day!

The Watcher said...

Beautiful painting.


hi trevor! thanks so much for coming this way - am just now seeing your comment for which, as always, i am so grateful!!! have a wonderful day!