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...

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

the tourist...





























 I will not be just a tourist 
in the world of images
just watching images 
passing by 
which I cannot live in
make love to
possess as 
permanent sources 
of joy and ecstasy.

14 comments:

Nevine said...

Anais... She is the mistress of all things beautiful. That sounds like exactly what she would say, too. A beautiful quote, and what a soothing image. Makes me long for the sea... Thanks, Jenean, for always giving us such beautiful things to see and ponder!

Nevine

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Ah, nice one. Anais Nin. She never got the recognition she deserved.

linda said...

thank you jenean, for another lovely image with words to match...they always inspire me ♥

Protege said...

So true, your words are always an inspiration to me in the morning before I start my day.
xo
Zuzana

Roger Gauthier said...

Dear Jenean, isn't this Dali's Woman at the window, or something like that? I could check but I'm so lazy...

From The North :-)

veredit said...

well, a wonderful text - thank you for the enjoyment and the image of the entire complement absolutely fantastic.

Hugs

Isabella

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hmmm...an anais kind of day here yesterday - actually, for me, every day is an anais kind of day, like you, nevine! and the sea, oh, the beautiful sea!!! how i too long for her!!!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

you're right, trish, that she did not - sad but true -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

as do your words and colors treat me, lovelylinda!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

zuzana - thank you so much for the words - and as i've said before, your images and words are truly a touch of beauty for us all!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, dear roger - yes, but of course, it is dali and i forgot to credit him! but what can i say, i was just busy dancing!!!

:)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

isabella - it is so nice to have you leave your beautiful place and visit here! thank you!

staceyjwarner said...

funny I didn't see this post of yours but this past week I used the same picture and spoke about myself as Anais. I must go see if it was on the same day!

much love

staceyjwarner said...

I went back...I used this painting the day after you did and I wrote about Anais Nin the day after that without having seen your post...

that is quite magical.

much love