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 -
14 comments:
Reminds me of when I used to jump out of airplanes at night and see the reflection of the world racing up at me as I dropped through the clouds. It was always a reverent moment for me. You can't be "real" and not be humbled when you see just how small we all truly are. (except for me... I'm too spudly to be small.)
Love Love . . . I can't have enough of it. Loved the quote.
Joy always,
Susan
Deep....;)
that is an amazing photo...and the words so amazing as well, the combination is simply stunning...thank you, dear jenean.
xox
Love, and of course a very fine single malt.
Aaaaah yes. So true. Thank you.
Hey - is that little guy on the beach we aliens? Or is it US aliens?
yes, spuds, like grains of sand on the beach, we are!
love does make all things possible, doesn't it, susan!
hi cole! so wonderful to see you - thanks so much for coming by - and have a glorious day!
i aim to please, ladylinda! ;)
and i always look forward to your visits here and your beautiful words!
oh, jimmy, right to the core of things!!!
hi bonnie - and thank YOU for coming by and leaving little notes which are so welcome!!!
hmmmm.....trish...
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