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]

Saturday, February 27, 2010

at the beginning...

when you reach the end 
of what you should know -
you will be 
at the beginning 
of what 

Friday, February 26, 2010

the least...

The least movement 
is of importance 
to all nature. 
The entire ocean 
is affected 
by a pebble.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

your inner being...


are not 
Inner Being.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

the question of our heart...

Our heart glows,
and secret unrest 
gnaws at the 
root of our being. 
Dealing with 
the unconscious 
has become 
a question 
of life 
for us.

Monday, February 22, 2010

the ancients know...

As the ancient myth makers knew
we are children equally 
of the earth and the sky.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

the forgotten corner...

Who are we? 
We find that we live 
on an insignificant planet 
of a humdrum star
lost in a galaxy 
tucked away 
in some 
forgotten corner 
of a universe 
in which there are 
far more 

Saturday, February 20, 2010

incredible is waiting...

something incredible
is waiting
to be known.

Friday, February 19, 2010

the new world...

Each friend represents a world in us,
a world not possibly born until they arrive, 
and it is only by this meeting that 
a new world is born."

Thursday, February 18, 2010

the path with heart...

Look at every path closely and deliberately,
then ask ourselves this crucial question: 
Does this path have a heart? 
If it does, then the path is good. 
If it doesn't, it is of no use.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

only through love...

For small 
such as we 
the vastness is 
bearable only

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

which way do you choose?

There are two ways to live
you can live as if 
nothing is a miracle
you can live as if

everything is a miracle.

which way do YOU choose?

Monday, February 15, 2010

the connector...

Human beings are made of 
body, mind and spirit.
Of these, 

spirit is primary,
for it connects us 
to the source of everything,
the eternal field of 

Sunday, February 14, 2010

awakening into past lives...

It is...possible
within this lifetime
to enhance the
power of the mind,
enabling one to
re-access memories
from previous lives...
Once one has accessed
memories of previous lives
in the dream state,
one gradually recalls them
in the waking state.

- please don't miss today's other post below -

the magnetic feeling...

You are continually offering a message,
or pure meaning, to the Universe.

Not through your words,
not through your thoughts,
but through the way you feel.
Of course, the way you feel
in any moment is as a result
of your choice of thought or word.

But it is the way that you feel
that is your true message to the Universe,
and it is the way that you feel
that is your point of magnetic attraction
And that which is like unto itself is drawn.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

the parallel living room...

there are probably 
other parallel universes
in our living room
this is modern physics - 
the modern interpretation 
of quantum theory - 
that many worlds 
represent reality -

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

the seed and the engine...

Within the seed of your desire 
is everything necessary for it 
to blossom to fulfillment, and  
Law of Attraction is the 
engine that does the work.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

the engulfing infinity...

Man is equally incapable 
of seeing the 
nothingness from which 
he emerges 
and the 
infinity in which 
he is engulfed.

Monday, February 8, 2010

this is where i've been - and remain -


storm's beginning


just to let you all know i've not been away by choice at all - we are in the midst of a huge blizzard with more than 2-1/2 feet of snow out our front door - a lot of people are without power but ours has remained on for which i am so grateful - however, have had no cable or internet or land phones until about an hour ago [since friday] - entire state shut down basically - we have managed to clear the drive to the street but the street remains under all the snow as state and private plows all under emergency use for keeping main roads open - no private developments/neighborhoods have been plowed yet and no one knows when they will be - good news is that sun was out all day yesterday and is out today - beautiful - bad news is that another foot or more of snow expected to hit tomorrow into all day wednesday in this area all the way over to dc and into pennsylvania, etc - oh, and other bad news - now running out of basic necessity kinds of supplies -

please send saint bernards - chocolate, fresh fruit and wine appreciated!   

now off to your places to see what's new and exciting while i still can - see you there!

Friday, February 5, 2010

the buddha moment...

Do not dwell in the past, 
do not dream of the future, 
concentrate the mind 
on the present moment.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

true life...

Our truest life
is when 
we are 
in our dreams 

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

CANTO XII from The Heights of Macchu Picchu

Arise to birth with me, my brother.
Give me your hand out of the depths
sown by your sorrows.
You will not return from these stone fastnesses.
You will not emerge from subterranean time.
Your rasping voice will not come back,
nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.

Look at me from the depths of the earth,
tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,
groom of totemic guanacos,
mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,
iceman of Andean tears,
jeweler with crushed fingers,
farmer anxious among his seedlings,
potter wasted among his clays--
bring to the cup of this new life
your ancient buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow;
say to me: here I was scourged
because a gem was dull or because the earth
failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.
Point out to me the rock on which you stumbled,
the wood they used to crucify your body.
Strike the old flints
to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips
glued to your wounds throughout the centuries
and light the axes gleaming with your blood.

I come to speak for your dead mouths.

Throughout the earth
let dead lips congregate,
out of the depths spin this long night to me
as if I rode at anchor here with you.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,
and link by link, and step by step;
sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,
thrust them into my breast, into my hands,
like a torrent of sunbursts,
an Amazon of buried jaguars,
and leave me cry: hours, days and years,
blind ages, stellar centuries.

And give me silence, give me water, hope.

Give me the struggle, the iron, the volcanoes.

Let bodies cling like magnets to my body.

Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.

Speak through my speech, and through my blood.

[trish, you know, i could not help but think of you when i posted this - the words and the image - perhaps we met there once, in another time] 

welcome home, trish...

glad you're back!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

being loved and loving...

by someone 
gives you

Monday, February 1, 2010

hope and focus...

i find hope
in the darkest
of days
and focus 
in the brightest -
i do not judge
universe -