special request for addresses - real communication 2011...

greetings, dear friends -  for those who have not already received this message from me via email today, just this morning, one of my dear blogging friends in ireland [thank you, map] posted a request for his BFs' home addresses so that he might send each of us a xmas card this year - it seems that in ireland, one does not send out xmas cards in the year in which a family member has passed on, as he had this past year - so, for this year, he wanted to send as many as possible - the whole thing of holiday cards took me right down memory lane to all the wonderful cards i received all my life, until the virtual world made such handwritten cards almost obsolete -

and so it is that i thought what a wonderful thing it would be for the NEW YEAR of 2011 - to send each of you a "real" card to your "real" home in the "real" world - hence, my request for your "real" address so that i might let you know i'm thinking of you with the new year!   

send to gypsywomanworld@gmail.com

love first...

i don't want to live -

i want to love first

and live incidentally -

the gift...

 love never claims -

it ever gives

 

let US not forget...

 "The white people, who are trying to make us over into their image, they want us to be what they call "assimilated," bringing the Indians into the mainstream and destroying our own way of life and our own cultural patterns. They believe we should be contented like those whose concept of happiness is materialistic and greedy, which is very different from our way. 

We want freedom from the white man rather than to be integrated. We don't want any part of the establishment, we want to be free to raise our children in our religion, in our ways, to be able to hunt and fish and live in peace. We don't want power, we don't want to be congressmen, or bankers....we want to be ourselves. We want to have our heritage, because we are the owners of this land and because we belong here. 

The white man says, there is freedom and justice for all. We have had "freedom and justice," and that is why we have been almost exterminated. We shall not forget this."

 

 

From the 1927 Grand Council of American Indians

 

 

 

we are related...

 with all things and in all things,

we are relatives -

- cheyenne -

thanksgiving to those who were already here...

 when you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced -

live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice!

- cherokee expression -

to bury truth...

 if you shut up truth, 

and bury it underground, 

it will but grow

absolute exhilaration...

those moments in your life 

when you feel absolute exhilaration 

are moments of complete alignment 

with the Source within you

the cost -

h o p e

costs

nothing

the division...no U turn...

i knew that the moment 

the great governing spirit 

strikes the blow to divide all humanity

into just two opposing factions, 

i would be on the side of 

the common people.

[thoughts after watching three [3] episodes in a row of jesse ventura's conspiracy theory this week - 

just google jesse ventura and BIG BROTHER and INFRAGARD and FEMA HALLIBURTON CONCENTRATION CAMPS - 

image by gypsywoman from mid 1980's peace demonstrations in washington dc]

las aberturas...

perhaps they are not stars -

but rather openings in heaven

where the love of our lost ones

pours through and shines down upon us

to let us know they are happy -

the reaction...

the meeting of two personalities

is like the contact of

two chemical substances - 

if there is a reaction,

both are transformed -

to choose...

On this narrow planet, 

we have only the choice 

between two unknown worlds. 

One of them tempts us - ah! 

what a dream, to live in that! - 

the other stifles us at the first breath.

let us arouse our slumbering powers...

deep within...us...dwell those slumbering powers -

powers that would astonish...us...

that...we...never dreamed of possessing; 

forces that would revolutionize...our...life 

if aroused and put into action -

and so it is...isn't it, trish?

we write to taste life twice, 

in the moment and in retrospection -

the awakening...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting -

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star -

Hath had elsewhere its setting. 

And cometh from afar -