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, June 16, 2010

from fields of corn...

her pregnant gut she chose to hide
until the day ordained to die
when all the earth did open wide
and let them out from deep inside

then those with wings who just were born
when from her deep dark womb were torn
did rise at last from fields of corn
to summon forth a new day’s morn

the waters rose and washed away
the hearts of those who could not stay
who with their deeds did dark the days
and prayers alone could not them save

- this is posted at gypsywomanworld but i thought it fit here, as well -


Gemel said...

Makes me mourn for our beloved Earth Mother......

Butternut Squash said...

Very dark indeed. I just read a horror story about a pregnancy moments ago. hmmm. I think I need to change my thoughts to something lighter.

linda said...

whoa, not what i expected at 1am although you never fail to surprise me, sweet sister....lovely if not dark words for a dark mean time for our blue mother earth...we can only hope she can heal from the raping of her depths... :(


yes, i know, gemel - me too!

thanks so much for coming over - have a great day -


me, too, butternut, on changing my thought stream lately - it's very easy to get pulled into the negativity - thanks so much for coming over - i was over at your place the other day and am still breathless from that climb we made! :)


hello lovelylinda!! well, you know, you should always be prepared for a little bit of anything and everything over here! :)

yes, time of reflection and wondering and hope!!!