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]

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 -


Sixpence and a Blue Moon said...

it seems quite fitting for the day...i am still sickened when i think about the horrific deed by such an evil minded/thinking person. my prayers go out to each person affected in any way.

Nancy said...

Very timely.

Gemel said...

words scripted from the heart


greetings, six - how wonderful to have you drop by - and thank you for the words - and yes, what an absolutely horrific thing - unimaginable - what's that line..."when will we ever learn?" -


thanks much, nancy - seems you've really been in a library mood over there of late - so happy to have your perspective on books - so many to read and new ones i want to add to my list every day!


that is true, gemel, words scripted from the heart - wonderful to have you come by, dear friend!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

A perfect fit for Tucson.


i thought so too, trish - glad you like - if only we would all listen -