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]

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


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love this one. Nica loves it. Nicely done, Gypsy!


oh, thank you, trish and nica!!! ;) thinking 'bout you all just now - literally!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

new thought. Make that call. Again.

Nevine said...

Oh, so beautiful and so sad. What would we do if that moon maiden disappeared and never reappeared? I can't imagine such a life, Jenean! Can you?

Your words... so filled with loss... are lovely.



i do heart u, trish macgregor!!!


oh, no, nor can i imagine such a thing, nevine!!! nor can i - but she, the beautiful moon maiden is immortal just like us - she will never ever fade away!!!