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 - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - share our stories around the campfire - come along -

this site is simply a streamofconsciousness rambling of words and images in which i find meaning and beauty - there is no organized order of thought or format -
poetry painting and writing on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled...enjoy -


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]

to dance with life

to dance with life
come dance with me...

Saturday, July 25, 2009

amazon tribal tribulations...

aside from my own individual interests in other cultures for as long as i can remember, and identifying with the struggles [and successes, even] of many, i have a particularly acute interest in the struggles of south america in today's modern world - my beautiful grandson, alejandro antonio, comes from colombian lineage - just now i came across still another article which reflects these struggles - and could not resist sharing -





Friday, July 24, 2009


JUST FYI - i'll be in and out, more out, probably, than in the next week, beginning today - daughter and her clan coming up from louisiana for a week's visit - should be here tomorrow - but i'll be checking things whenever possible - don't want to miss A SINGLE POST - peace - jenean

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


colors of the tattooed gypsy...

yesterday a little discussion ensued over at willow's place when she posted about tattoos as body art - being a tattooed lady myself, and a pierced one, as well, i thought it only fitting that i share my body art which i gave myself as a birthday gift last year - the design on my back at the base of my neck is an OM symbol and the chinese characters on my wrists are the words "imagine" [R wrist] and "believe" [L wrist] - my tattoos are all black - however, i also thought it fitting to use hot colors here to illustrate fully how i feel about personal choices...

Tuesday, July 21, 2009



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Monday, July 20, 2009

the gypsy's RV...

The Old Curiosity Shop (ch. xxvii), Charles Dickens described Mrs. Jarley's well-appointed van:
'One half of it... was carpeted, and so partitioned off at the further end as to accommodate a sleeping-place, constructed after the fashion of a berth on board ship, which was shaded, like the windows, with fair white curtains... The other half served for a kitchen, and was fitted up with a stove whose small chimney passed through the roof. It also held a closet or larder, several chests, a great pitcher of water, and a few cooking-utensils and articles of crockery. These latter necessaries hung upon the walls, which in that portion of the establishment devoted to the lady of the caravan, were ornamented with such gayer and lighter decorations as a triangle and a couple of well-thumbed tambourines.'
left: late 19th century reading vardo wagon exterior and right: reading vardo interior

Sunday, July 19, 2009



aldrin's moonwalk

july 20, 1969

home for the holidays...december 24, 1968

apollo 8 mission


left: radial gravitational anomaly on surface of moon
right: total magnetic field strength at the surface of the Moon as derived from the Lunar Prospector electron reflectometer experiment

Saturday, July 18, 2009

be born...

be born anywhere
little embyro novelist
but do not be born under
the shadow of a great creed
not under the burden of original sin
not under the doom of salvation -
go out and be born
among the gypsies...

Thursday, July 16, 2009

october blood...

There is something in October
sets the gypsy blood astir,
We must rise and follow her; When from every hill of flame,
She calls and calls each vagabond by name”

reflections of a gypsy...

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


vision - imagination - impulse - yours

it reaches beyond the
thing that is
into the
conception of
what can be
gives you
the picture -
gives you the
to make the

esprit maison

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

pieces - and persistence - of time...

Just after midnight and just after noon on July, 8th, it will be.... 12:34:56 7/8/9 -

this little bit of trivia brings up the whole issue of TIME - something with which i believe far too many of us are connected or dependent - TIME is one of those things in our daily lives about which we can do nothing - absolutely nothing - it goes on - it continues - and continues - i mean, we can't stop it - we can't move it forward - we are unable to make it stand still - [well, the majority of us, anyway- yet, that is!] -

many many moons ago, i decided that i did not wish to be tied to the inherent constraints involved with TIME - i didn't wish to be constantly bombarded with clocks, watches, and other reminders that TIME was ticktocking away - aside from the fact that we are every day bombarded by visual and audio reminders of TIME - there is a clock on microwave ovens, clocks are installed on bose music systems, time is imbedded into televisions, car music systems, the fronts of buildings, on street corners -


so, at the age of 16, i gave away the wrist watch i'd been given for my birthday and i've not bought a clock since - now, it is true that i have always been able to awaken from sleep at a precise moment - before i go to sleep, all i have to do is just tell myself at what precise time i want to awaken for the day and i do - to the minute - it's just something that i've always been able to do, so even an alarm clock is not anything i've ever needed or owned - if i need or want to know the precise time otherwise, there are already in place in today's world more than enough "time-pieces" i can check - and so, on the faces of all the electrical pieces around my house, i place black electrical tape to cover the digitally glowing face of the clock on each one - my cellular phone totally suffices for the correct time of day or night - and it isn't staring at me everywhere i go -

for me, TIME is a STATE OF MIND, just as is AGE, or SEXINESS or BEAUTY - well, i see it's TIME for me to quit this little trivial triviality post and perhaps come up with something a bit more intellectually stimulating - hmmmm....

Saturday, July 4, 2009


i can see her now -
wandering with her caravan -
weaving her way through the tall dark swaying greengrass galaxies -
resting a moment before beginning her journey again -


la femme et le mur

Thursday, July 2, 2009

la porte...

Portal may refer to:

  • Portal (fiction), a magical or technological doorway that connects two different locations in time or space