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...

Friday, December 10, 2010

i...























cry

you

and

my 

heart 

bleeds

through...

6 comments:

Roger Gauthier said...

Cry, dear Jenean, cry...
Every love, forbidden or not, binding or not, is doomed... One day your love will leave you, or worse die on you! Death of any kind truly marks the end of happiness and the first steps into despair.

And who's telling me that Life is a beautiful thing? I've thought so for a long time...

Roger

GYPSYWOMAN said...

so there you are, man from the cold! was wondering of your whereabouts and whatabouts lately - so happy you came by - well, of love and things thereof, there can be but one answer really - and one answer only - 'tis truly better to have loved no matter how when or where than never to have loved at all - at least, that is my thought - all else pales in comparison to the passion of that love and what is life without passion - our happiness, when that love is no longer available for whatever reason, must come from our having had the love no matter how long or how short a time -

Nevine said...

And oh, what blood this is! Only the hottest, most passionate of bloods, because only love can make our blood boil through our hearts like you describe.

An awesome string, Jenean!

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and isn't it divine to have such a blood boilin' sizzlin' kinda love, nevine - i know you know!!! ;)

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Beautiful. As always, the image certainly illustrates the words and the passion.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i love this painting detail from von stuck's amazon - one of his most powerful works, i think, and my favorite of his, although i do confess to having several favorites! thanks so much trish!