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, November 22, 2010

life is...

 What is life? 
It is the flash of a firefly in the night -
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime -
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset -


- blackfoot -

8 comments:

Cole said...

How beautiful. I love the American Indian references. Happy Thanksgiving Jenean.

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Those last 2 lines are heart stoppers.

Happy traveling!

Sausage Fingers said...

Life is - slow and generous as a child, fast and biting as a parent.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much for the words, cole - you know, even in earliest childhood i felt such sadness in the history of this country and how we came to being here - it is only fitting that those who were here already should be remembered - and i can do nothing else - what else is there to be done now?

GYPSYWOMAN said...

this is truly one of the most beautiful quotes, i think, too, trish - and like you, i absolutely love the last two lines - breathtakingly moving!

yeah, another day on the road! but it'll be fun - and i'll get to spend time with my son here, along with several of his sisters -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

well, greetings, mister fingers!!! lovely to have you drop by - and how i love your little analogy!!! so true!!! best wishes to you and yours during this week of turkey time!!! ;)

mapstew said...

Life goes by in a flutter!

Sometimes I wish life could be like a movie, we could fast-forward the bad bits and re-run the good bits over and over!

A happy thanksgiving to you and yours. :¬)

xxx

GYPSYWOMAN said...

so true, dear map, just a flutter - but you know, we can re-run and flash back and flash forward - all we have to do is think it!!! ;)

so wonderful to have your charming self round bout my little camp fires here! your spirit always such a blessing! thank you!