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]

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

that subtle something...


it is not so much for its beauty
that the forest makes a claim
upon men's hearts,
as for that subtle something,
that quality of air
that emanation from old trees,
that so wonderfully changes
and renews a weary spirit -

13 comments:

Maha said...

yet another great poem! so very tender and beautiful

maggie's garden said...

I do love this photo...funny...I had a dream with this image in it last night...and I was walking through the fog/mist with a hooded cloak on with someone with me that got lost in the fog/mist. As I turned back to look the person was gone... but I saw myself in the mist/fog. This captured that dream for me. Thank you.
Lovely poem too.

Harnett-Hargrove said...

What an idyllic place. I wish this screen could open! -J

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love this photo. It and the words fit each other perfectly.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much maha - i love this piece of stevenson's too! wonderful to have you come by and have a great day!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, wow! lady in the garden! what a dream that was! isn't it wonderful the things we see and do and learn in our dreams - and places we go? ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, me, too, HH! a magnificent earth cathedral for the spirit!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i think i may have even posted this one before, trish - and i loved it so much i've reposted without realizing it until just this morning - anyway, one of my favorite images -

Marlene said...

the words and the photo perfect.there is something about walking in the early morning in a mist filled forest that sets my heart a flutter...

GYPSYWOMAN said...

me too, marlene - would that i could every morning!!!

Nancy said...

I love the smell of old trees! There is something comforting about being next to something that has survived so many years. So substantial.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, nancy, words from my own heart - the fragrance of old trees is something that stays with me since earliest childhood memories - a sense of comfort and of "coming home" with their aroma!

Marguerite said...

Beautiful image and poem! Very captivating and inspiring! Cheers, cher!