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 -

THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD

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...

Monday, June 29, 2009

i dance...


















I have stretched ropes

from steeple to steeple;

garlands from window to window;

golden chains from star to star,

and

I dance.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Sunday, June 21, 2009

TO ALL THE FATHERS WITHOUT THEIR CHILDREN...

the fathers who are not able to see their children, communicate with their children, whose children have been turned against them by their mothers and/or grandparents - to the fathers who are not able to express their love to their children - who cannot touch their children's touseled hair - who cannot kiss their children good morning or kiss them goodnight - cannot hear their voices - feel their smiles - to all THOSE fathers...

YOU ARE THOUGHT OF ON THIS FATHER'S DAY -

Saturday, June 20, 2009

TREMBLE INDIGNATION AT INJUSTICE...

if you tremble
indignation
at every
injustice
then you are a
comrad
of
mine