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...

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

give me your tired...

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me...


Nora Johnson said...

Hi Jenean!
Such stirring words - never cease to move me. Wonderful photo too!



hi nora - i love those words too - they ring with such beauty - thanks so much for coming by - always great to have you drop by! have a glorious day!

Anonymous said...

Those words hit home for me. My mother was the American born daughter of immigrants who fled persecution in late 19th Century Italy and my father was an Italian immigrant who came here, then I was born in America and then he returned to Italy, but then we each make these decisions for ourselves.

I saw your comment on my "Golden Rule" blog and I apologise for my absence. Sadly, my wife of 50+ years is gravely ill and I was suffering from poison sumac, much worse than poison ivy.

Hopefully I will be able to stay in touch, as I think yours is the best blog there is.


oh, please kismet - please don't fret over such trivial things as responses in light of your circumstances - circumstances which i of course improve very soon - thanks so much for taking the time to drop by and especially for leaving such a very nice note - and do come again when you are so inclined - till then -