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]

Monday, January 31, 2011

and no one cares...

oceans dissolve mountains quake
riptides hold us to the stake
black rains spill and relentless kill
all that lives in the sacred hills

birds fallin' down from above
whatever happened to the wings of a dove
fishies sweepin' up from below
the air all around's become our foe

sun rays flare and satan glares
does no one care?
lay your soul bare
if you dare!

terra firma is no more
somethin' split the crust's charred door
slung it all to kingdom come
don't you know it's already done?

way too late
to meet at the gate
cause nothin's left
the gods, they all wept

lay your soul bare
if you dare
but no one cares

nothin's fair
the devil's lair

Thursday, January 27, 2011

the greatest invention...

i invented my life 
by taking for granted 
that everything 
i did not like 
would have an opposite -

which i would like -

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

we are more deeply inserted...

that we find...a poppy beautiful
means that we are less alone -

that we are more deeply inserted
into existence than
the course of a single life
would lead us to believe -

Monday, January 24, 2011

the unlived life...

 the bitterest tears
shed over graves 
are for 
words left unsaid 
deeds left undone


8:00 central time and it has been red for about an hour now - 
think i'll start doing a RED DOT POST each time i see it red - 
and then events can be tracked more easily -
if we each do a red dot post???

Sunday, January 23, 2011

in trailing clouds of glory...

our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
not in entire forgetfulness
and not in utter nakedness
but trailing clouds of glory
do we come

Friday, January 21, 2011

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

to still the earth...

There is no drop of water in the ocean, 
not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, 
that does not know and respond 
to the mysterious forces 
that create the tide.

The current vogue for poisons has failed utterly to take into account these most fundamental considerations. As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life a fabric on the one hand delicate and destructible, on the other miraculously tough and resilient, and capable of striking back in unexpected ways. 

These extraordinary capacities of life have been ignored by the practitioners of chemical control who have brought to their task no high-minded orientation, no humility before the vast forces with which they tamper. 

These sprays, dusts, and aerosols are now applied almost universally to farms, gardens, forests, and homes-nonselective chemicals that have the power to kill every insect, the "good" and the "bad," to still the song of birds and the leaping of fish in the streams, to coat the leaves with a deadly film, and to linger on in soil-all this though the intended target may be only a few weeds or insects. 
Can anyone believe it is possible to lay down such a barrage of poisons on the surface of the earth without making it unfit for all life? 
They should not be called "insecticides," but "biocides."

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

the in between...

there are things known
and there are things unknown

and in between

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Friday, January 14, 2011



The President:
there is nothing that i can say
that will fill the sudden hole
torn in your hearts
but he came close


source online:  jonny dymond bbc news tucson

Thursday, January 13, 2011

just a little.....

 light and love
- enjoy -

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

of light and love...

darkness cannot drive out darkness
only light can do that
hate cannot drive out hate
only love can do that

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

to go...

wherever you go
go with
all your heart

Monday, January 10, 2011

let us dream...

a dream you dream alone is only a dream
a dream you dream together is reality
 let us dream together
of peace

Sunday, January 9, 2011

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

- do we not see - 
- do we not hear - 
the signs? -

- a re-post that just seemed fitting today in light of the tuscan incident of 1/8/11 -

Saturday, January 8, 2011

the seed...

 within the seed 
of your desire
is everything 
necessary for it 
to blossom 
to fulfillment

Thursday, January 6, 2011

moon maiden...

like the waning crescent
poised in the night sky
so too was she
now that she was
without him
him - her star bright
who had illuminated
her dark dreary life
him - never wavering
never wandering
never weaving
in and out
him - always constant
unlike the other
sky warriors cycling
round and round
but there came one
day the time of eclipse
when the blackest black
reality blocked her
vision of the brightest
of them all
and she knew in the
shadow of that moment
what she must do
she had known all along
but the dreaded time
now was nigh
and so it was that the
beautiful moon maiden
followed her fate
and disappeared into the
midnight hour not to
be seen again by
her own starlight

Saturday, January 1, 2011

the walk...

 totem walk me soft

take me down that  path
far from sin's own wrath

take me by the hand
lead me through the sands

take me now through time
tell me you are mine

take me by my heart
play me like mozart

totem walk me soft
fly me far aloft  

totem walk