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...

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

she now, like him...

he was but a ghost now -
a spirit - without color without life -
a revenant returning now and then
to that misty chamber in her heart
to remind her that she, too,
had once been alive -
had once been
more than a mere apparition
without color without life
without love -
but that, with his absence,
she, now, like him,
was but a ghost...
[a re-post from my "words unspoken" blog - enjoy!]


mapstew said...


(I reckon those wings will beat again though, reincarnated.) :¬)



you KNOW it, map!!! i can feel the rebirth of their flutterings even now! ;)


Rick said...

Hi J
I feel sorry for anyone who has not known this at least once in their life.

Zuzana said...

Oh, this fills my heart with melancholy as I can so understand it...


yes, as do i, rick, as do i - at LEAST once!


you and i seem to be traveling the same road these days, zuzana! lovely to have your company!!! ;)

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Ah, well, this one speaks to me. Spirit contact - i.e., ghosts that travel among us, within us.


you know, trish, seems a lot of us have spirit contact on our minds of late for some reason - maybe the time of year or time of day or whatever - but -

and i do love the whole thing of our ghost friends traveling among us, within us - lovely to contemplate, isn't it!