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]

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

the spirit prevails...

I believe that man 
will not merely endure
He will prevail. 
He is immortal
not because he alone 
among creatures has 
an inexhaustible voice, 
but because 
he has a soul
a spirit capable 
of compassion 
and sacrifice 
and endurance.


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

I always wonder how these guys like Faulkner became so profound. Beautiful image and quote, as always.


yes, i do too - but i love his work - his powerful beautiful work! thanks, trish!

Spider said...

Hi my dear. I have a little gift for you,hope you will like it.I wrote it a time ago,because through my vains is running also gypsy blood :)!I will postet on my page,too with a pic of Romanian gypsy and an original it's dedicate it for you, again hope you will like it:)

the gypsies

A gazing night ... under a full moon a tarot card is thrown on a dusty road. In transparent pales of smoke are rising from afar, colorful caravans, gypsies are passing by.... they go along having fun without stopping . Pushed by a timeless call among enchanted seasons they'd traveled through the dirt and land hiding their dreams in baskets far from others wandering eyes.... the sands of time enriched their lives on an never ending path . The crunching wagons, are chanting a song about freedom and the restlessly for a land on the earth under the sky...
Between the trees on the old swamp road, they made the fire and around of it start to dance in a rhythm known only by their feet, felt only by their mystical hearts. As the flames leaped high and higher … An old gypsy, burned by sun and winds, is singing bohemian with ardor from a violin bow..... ethereal notes float from its strings... songs of heart’s passion and undying love, tales for long forgotten. He sings the tears of exile wept on the wandering among the people .
Their whole life fits in a guitar box and the chant is wilder that the sunset, breathed day by day.
She, the gypsy, enigmatic ember eyes ,queen of all and nothing, carries her long black hair, braided shake with coins, on the naked shoulders. She has the soul a mighty night hidden from the peddling eyes. Her dance, a screaming bowing flame, under clearly moon, dressed in clothes tissue with vibrant colours of the most precious jewels and flowers ... she dances gracefully, the music takes over her soul .... “ I don’t have a dresses, neither shoes neither a castle with servants. In the caravan i was born, from caravan i know to play
- Gypsy with money in the hair and the breasts like apples, come with me in the big world to see how is with money
Hey stranger, remain for good in your world, I will not leave my gypsies even if you will give me millions”
Happy modest life puts a spell on the passing time, through the whispers of the elders ....and the horde moves on endlessly , gloriously with hidden treasures in their hearts, neither they know where ....
by magda

Hugzz,see you next time!

Marlene said...

Stop by my blog..I posted pictures of my mom.....Marlene


magda, i am so honored by your dedicating this beautiful piece to me - it rings so true of the life of the gypsywoman and her clan - a story you have told with such truth and beauty and a sense of "knowing" - it flows and moves with such poignancy - thank you again! i'm headed over to your place to see what you've done there! again, many many thanks!!! have a glorious day!

Keith said...

I love that. I'm a big fan of Faulkner. I also love that image.


hello there, keith! oh, yes, faulkner is one of my all time favorites of favorites! thanks very much for coming over and leaving a note! see you over at your place! have a great day!

La Petite Gallery said...

Yes, I like Faulkner G.Green too.

Just need some a boost, and your blog does it. The Purple is brighter now.
Hey I need a follower. How about it.. Yvonne

Marlene said...

Thank you for stopping and your lovely comments...I felt a need to play tribute to my mother..her health has taken a turn for the worse..its time to celebrate her life..


MY DEAR FRIEND, your words are allways a divine inspiration!
I just posted my text and images from my last trip from BORNEO, I would like very much to have your visit, as allways SPIRIT is a FOCUS in my text!
Take care,