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...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

hey, travelin' woman...

hey, travelin’ woman, where you been?
you play that mandolin?

            wandering here
            why i don’t see you ever’ year?

travelin’ woman, whatchu done seen?
why, you can’t be more’n eighteen!

            wandering there
            you sellin’ them wares?

travelin’ woman, whatchu been doin?
you gotcha some tattooin'?
            wandering everwhere
            you seem to dance on air!

travelin’ woman
twisting on yur purty gold fan
all them bracelets danglin’ jinglejanglin'

skirts blowin’ in the wind
long black hair standin’ on end
lips like big round tangerines
hips swayin’ to the tamborine

travelin’ woman,
you one of them gypsy queens?


Sniffles and Smiles said...

Love this...the dialect/voice in which you write adds such power to this piece! It is truly, and beautifully lyrical!! Love you~Janine XO

Protege said...

Sometimes I feel like that woman.;)

The Abbot said...

Lovely words Jenean.You must wake up with your creative side of the brain in full throttle.

Nevine said...

Love the sound of this. It reads like a song - part gypsy part country. Very original, and just sings to my heart!



hey miss janine! how are you! so happy to see you hear - thank you SO much for such kind words, lady! hope you're having a big smile day!!! hugs! jenean


you know, i think we ALL feel like this woman sometimes, zuzana! and some of us, more than others! :)
at least i HOPE we all do!


oh, what a nice note, trevor, for which i thank you very much! don't know about all that, though, but i AM a morning person! :)


and dear nevine! thank you so much! now, do you happen to know how i might come across van morrison's number? :)

Deboshree said...


You have such a zest for life and love!! Your words are uplifting my dear friend.

Beatiful and marvellous.

Lots of love

Susan Deborah said...

Its like you singing out to all of us.

You are brimming over with gusto and I admire that so very much.

Love always,


deboshree and susan - you two just make my day every day!!! what wonderful faithful dear friends you both are! and i am so honored and grateful for you in my life - and my blog! :) NAMASTE'