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...

Sunday, May 31, 2009

friday "feel-good" stuff -

is it just me - or - do you all associate friday's with "happyday"?
is it just me - or - do you all have certain things that you associate with "fridayhappyday" - you know, particular things that just make you "feel-good" no matter what on fridays? -
for me, it's kinda been that way all my life - maybe because i'm still a kid at heart - and in mind - maybe conditioning from early school days and then with the typical work week - with friday being the "high" day of those five days cause SATURDAYPLAYDAY was next - but whatever the reason i have a conglomeration of "friday feel-good stuff" -
in my early school days, on fridays girls were allowed to wear pants to school but not any other day [that whole gender thing, you know? well, more on that later!] - on fridays, fish was always served at lunch but no other day [for catholocism - and, oh, yeah, whatever happened to separation of church and state, anyway? - more of that later, too!] - on fridays, no homework - on fridays, dress for your job turned to "business casual" - on fridays, well, the list goes on and on....
and so, my life became friday-associated - getting to wear pants to school!!! BE STILL MY HEART!!! that meant that i could hang upside down on the monkey bars without fear of exposure and/or expulsion - literally and figuratively - it meant i could ride my little brother's bicycle without fear of that "exposure" thing - it meant that i could swing higher in my grandmother's tree rope-swing without my skirt blowing up into my face - it meant that when i pushed my little brother in his big red wagon that i didn't moon anyone standing behind me - it meant that on fridays at work, no pantyhose, no closed-in shoes, and my hair in a ponytail - it meant leaving a bit early from work just because it was friday and i wanted an early start on saturday - it meant going out straight from work to a movie or to whatever and an early dinner - it meant NO COOKING which was a rule i made up for fridayfundays when i started my own family and the NO COOKING ON FRIDAY rule has now followed my children and their families! - also, in the work place, whenever the opportunity presented itself, i worked only monday through thursday - and, on fridays, when i was in school, it meant that along with pants or shorts, i could wear "shirts" not just "blouses" and there IS a difference!
it is this one little item - THE SHIRT - that brings about this whole big ole' ramblin' non-sensical post - you see, i have this off-lime-green french terry cotton sweatshirt that i absolutely LOVE - I LOVE IT! - you know the kind - the kind that's been washed so much that it's soft as babyskin - that's so worn that it's softness just rolls around lays around on your curves in JUST the RIGHT places [and yes, i have "curves" whether i like them in their abundance or not] - and this favorite sweatshirt of mine has been worn through several winters and into springs - and this year, to push it more easily into SUMMER i've cut off the sleeves - cut out the neck and edging so that it falls just a tad off my shoulders - cut off the bottom edge so that its now-frayed edge rolls up ever so slightly -
and i've come to notice that when i wear it, i get compliments galore - from men :) and from women - young and old - it seems that when i wear my off-lime-green old sweatshirt, my skin even looks better, my hair is shinier, that my eyes sparkle more, i laugh more, smile more, feel more, want more and so do more, and then more again - it seems the sun and all its glory is more radiant - hotter, even, but in a good way - the sky bluer, the breeze gentler and softer, the stars more brilliant - the flowers more profuse and fragrant, the birds "chirpier" - you know what i mean - life seems better...happier...more abundant.... - it all/everything just FEELS GOOD - and isn't that what we all want? just to "feel good"?
it is this realization - this epithany, if you will - that has brought me to post this post of nothingness, but this everythingness to me - i hope that each of you has that same ole' sweatshirt, or pair of shoes, or belt, or parfum fragrance, or whatever IT happens to be - the IT that makes even ONE DAY a FEELGOODDAY for you..........

Monday, May 25, 2009


is so universal
in this country,
so widespread and deep seated,
that it is
because it is so

~Shirley Chisholm







artist unknown to gypsywoman

Sunday, May 24, 2009


for anyone wishing to read of my own/personal experiences with things by most defined or labeled as "paranormal", please feel free to drop by my newly begun blog THE GYPSY'S TRAVEL JOURNAL -
i have separated these things from this blog to allow more cohesiveness of thought and interest -
enjoy -

Sunday, May 17, 2009

buddha on THOUGHT...

All that we are
is the result of
what we have thought
If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him.
If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him,
like a shadow that never leaves him.

Friday, May 15, 2009

the dalai lama on religion...

This is my simple religion.
There is no need for temples;
no need for complicated philosophy.
Our own brain,
our own heart is our temple;
the philosophy is kindness.

on synchronicity...

from the dalai lama:

“I am open

to the guidance

of synchronicity,

and do not

let expectations

hinder my path.”


want me
feel me
taste me
believe me

heal me
heal thyself

find my sanctuary
enter my sanctuary

cross the line cross the bridge fear not
know that i know understand that i understand
seek solace find peace take comfort

come with me out of control come with me
come with me into the chaos
through the ambivalence
into the LUSTLIGHT come with me

suck my binkie
share your candy with me

taste my sweat dripping into your mouth
feel my heartbeat through your hairy chest
lie full length taut cheek to cheek

think of me day and night and day

grip my neck with your teeth
suffer my sweetness bear the pain of joy

feed me your honey drink my wine
quench my thirst satisfy my hunger

hear my voice say my name in your dreams
kiss away my tears

let me be me
let me be me responding to you
be you
be you responding to me
just be

whisper my name shout my name

like a light bulb turn me on turn me off turn me*

bite me till i bleed
shout your sounds feel mine

feed my soul put some suga' in my bowl**

feel my heartbeat with your cheek

come away with me in the night*
be with me on a rainy day

feel me over you under you feel me
burn my flesh with your hands
heat me with your fire wash away my fever
make love have sex want more

race my heart drive me to the brink ride my heat

be happy be in the moment be wanted be you

seek and find
worship at my alter

smell my sweat feel my thoughts
wound me with your mouth
wear my bit marks
bear my legs around you

make my heart smile
hear my heartbeat with your eyes

tease me taunt me tease me taunt me
then devastate me at your leisure

sing me your song
wrap my heart in your clover
breathe my desire smell my flower

hear my tears that are not wept
know the words that are left unsaid

remember our past life
cherish this LIFELOVE
find ME in our next life...

Thursday, May 14, 2009


While i do appreciate your appreciation of any of my own original words and/or images [each original word or image is indicated as such], please feel free to express your appreciation by commenting on my blog; however, please be informed that none of the words or images of gypsywoman may be used, copied, duplicated or reproduced in any way whatsoever by any person or entity whatsoever for any purpose whatsoever without the express written consent of gypsywoman...copyright pending on all...

Some studio images of gypsywoman are the work of lynne mchale photography to whom credit is given with much caring...thank you, lynne, for visualizing the me of me!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

the divine idea in each of us...

We but half express ourselves,
and are ashamed of that
divine idea

each of us

- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Act with faith, JC.

Prepare the way for your inevitable success.

To the degree you can, behave as if your dreams have
already come true, as if you already owned a blog,
as if later today you were going to add to my life.

And you shall see the power you wield as the floodgates
begin to tremble, the elements begin to conspire,
people in your life begin to change,
insights are summoned,
comprehensions soar,
and clarity is born.

Not to mention fierce,

wild animals laying down when you pass by -

The Universe

Pretending is so powerful, JC.
Look how far it's already taken you.

Thoughts become things... choose the good ones! ®
© www.tut.com ®

Sunday, May 10, 2009

living the life

go confidently
in the direction
of your dreams

you have
I M A G I N E D!

Saturday, May 9, 2009

on synchronicity...

Deepak Chopra:

These messages come from a level of mind that knows life as a whole, and ultimately we would have to say we are really communicating with ourselves – the whole is talking to its parts. Synchronicity steps outside the brain and works from a larger perspective.

Eliminating mind from the equation won't work because the only alternative is chance. ... One reason Jung invented a new word for these meaningful coincidences is that the normal rational way of explaining them turned out to be too unwieldy. If I sit next to a stranger on a plane who is looking for a certain book idea to publish and that happens to be the very idea I am working on, the explanation of statistical probability does not apply.

Although not easy to calculate, the odds of most synchronous events are preposterous. Anytime two people meet and discover that they have the same name or phone number, the odds are millions to one against their encounter. Yet this occasionally happens, and the simple explanation – that they were meant to meet – makes more sense than random numbers, but it isn't scientific. In spiritual reality, however, literally everything happens because it is meant to. ... At synchronous moments, you get a peek at just how connected your life is, how completely woven into the infinite tapestry of existence.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

full eclipse...

i've found it -

eternity - it's the sun mingled with the sea -

Monday, May 4, 2009

a vision of you...

Time moves a summer wind
I can see your face again
Was it such a tragedy
Being you ... being me ?

Smoke clears, the pictures fades
But I stay back in yesterday
All the strangers come and go
All of them will never know ...

Nobody's touch feels like your touch
Nobody's gets to me that much
Nobody's kiss moves me inside
And I have nowhere left to hide
Tell me what can I do ?
I have a vision of you
Tell me what can I do
With this vision of you

Did I walk ? did you run ?
What's the way to love someone ?
Oh my darling did we know
What it meant when we let go

How can a candle ever burn so bright ?
Casting a shadow on my life
I am blinded by your light
Even without you...

Sunday, May 3, 2009

the dancer upstairs...

The story is inspired by the Maoist insurgency in Peru known as the Shining Path. Its leader Abimael Guzmán, who was known by the nom de guerre President Gonzalo, was captured in an apartment above a ballet studio in the capital Lima in 1992. The ballet teacher Yolanda was based on Maritza Garrido Lecca, the woman in whose apartment Guzmán was found. Bardem's character was inspired by Benedicto Jimenez and General Antonio Ketin Vidal, the leading figures responsible for Guzmán's capture.

In the beginning of the film, one of the revolutionaries tells a checkpoint security guard that his dead dog's name is Tupac. Tupac Amaru was the last indigenous leader of the Inca people in Peru and Tupac Amaru II was the leader of the 1780s uprising in colonial day Cusco, Peru. (The late hip-hop artist Tupac Shakur is named after the latter).
Ever has it been that
love knows not
its own depth
the hour of separation -

Saturday, May 2, 2009

give peace a chance...

Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.

on non-violence...

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that...

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love...

from where - to where

do you ever wonder
from where we have come
to where we are going
do you ever wonder...

parallel worlds...

when you walk
down the street
do your eyes
follow your feet
always looking down
or do they
glance upward
and outward
into the world
of possibilities
into the worlds
of parallels...

a different slant on things

if we choose to see
only that which is before us

only that which others see

in the way that others see

how then can we see ourselves

as we really are....

as we CAN be...

Friday, May 1, 2009

the parking ship...

do you...

keep a dream journal?

straight as an arrow...



i'll fly away...i'll fly away...

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace,
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

the waiting room

i carry your heart with me...

i carry your heart with me

i carry it in
my heart

i am never without it

anywhere i go you go, my dear

and whatever is done
by only me is your doing my darling

i fear no fate

for you are my fate, my sweet

i want no world for beautiful you are my world, my true

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;

which grows higher than

the soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart

i carry it in my heart


greatest love story

d r a c u l a

hard faces

could you
would you
kiss-a my eyes?