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, July 7, 2010

the chance...

We stand now where two roads diverge. 
But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's 
familiar poem, they are not equally fair. 
The road we have long been traveling 
is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway 
on which we progress with great speed,
but at its end lies disaster. 

The other fork of the road -- 
the one less traveled by -- 
offers our last, 
our only chance 
to reach a destination 
that assures 
the preservation 
of the earth



Nancy said...

Beautifully said, Gypsy! And so very true.


hey nancy! wonderful to see you again - i've been really under the weather so to speak for a week now and not in my home away from home here in blogland - will be making my way around slowly but surely and your place will be my first stop!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

You're back! Yay! And you've hit it on the nose.

Gabriela Abalo said...

I love this post, the picture put tears on my eyes... I just posted an article about deforestation and poverty, called "Charcoal-men", have a look at it.

nice to c u back


Marguerite said...

Gorgeous image, so perfectly said! Welcome back to Blogland, cher!


yes, YAY, for sure, trish! really did miss everyone here!


wonderful to be back, gabi, and thank you! this is one of my all time favorite images of our mother's glorious greens/browns - like being in a mystical sanctuary and so glad you enjoyed - will be sure to check out your post - thanks for mentioning it to me! and thanks again for coming by!


and dear marguerite! how in the world are you and yours down home? what's the situation now? i heard oil has hit ponchartrain!!! anyway, thanks so much for coming by, as always!!! love having you!