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 -

THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD

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]

Friday, July 23, 2010

to SEA the hand...




















It is a curious situation that 
the sea,
from which life first arose, 
should now
be threatened
by the
activities of 
one form
of that
life.

8 comments:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wow. This one is awesome!

and you won't believe this wv: dinodist -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, good grief! you're right 'bout the wv! fantastic!

Butternut Squash said...

I usually think of a hand as creative, helping, but in this context it is frightening.

Gemel said...

That one hand, being the human.
I wish that I was not one of them. Not only do they kill the oceans, but, every other life form upon our planet.
Who said, that humans were now God, to decide, who/what lives and dies?

A haunting post :-)

Cole said...

The picture captures the thought exactly, wonderful find for a frightening reality. Sadly, the little orange fish should be wary of us all. If you have a moment, I know it has been awhile since I posted anything on my poetry site, but I did write something over on Cabernet Confessions titled, "Tides of Change" about this very topic as well. I would like to know what you think.

Take care.

Marlene said...

Yes.. how ironic ..isn't it? Love this post.

maggie's garden said...

What would it take to change this? Or should I say say what has to happen to change this? I have a feeling Mother Earth is a very protective mom. This is really an awesome post.
Love to you....

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

I'm with maggie - mother earth as a protective mom. Perhaps we should say fiercely protective??