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 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


Sixpence and A Blue Moon said...

oh...this is something to ponder...i wonder so much about birth, how it is that we do not know or remember any of the journey. or do we? could birth be a telling of what our journey on this earth will be? sometimes, i wish i didn't think about things like this so much. all the wondering can be quite heavy.

wishing you a lovely and wonderful week ahead, sweet lady.

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love the image and the words! Birth, death, birth, death....have you ever seen defending Your Life with Albert Brooks and Meryl Streep? If not, you'd love it.

Marguerite said...

Great post! I've seen the movie that Trish is talking about. It addresses this very thing.


greetings, sixpence - i think our memories are there but just under so much "stuff" of everyday experiences and life that they are not easily reached - one of my now-adult daughters from her earliest years has said that she remembers being in her bassinet - and she describes things from that time - i've always wanted to do a regression but have not yet - it's on my list, though! i do know what you mean about the heaviness, too - it's finding the right balance of it all, isn't it? hard to do! thanks so much for coming by, dear lady, and always always for your comments! have a glorious day!


hey trish - no, i've not seen that one but now have to! and meryl streep! how did i miss it! thanks so much for the mention -


hey there cajunlady!!! so great to have you come by - thanks for the movie rating - will grab it asap - hope things down your way are bright and merry!


oh, and what's for lunch, marguerite!!! ;)