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 29, 2010

she reaches...

she reaches 
her darkness
to hold onto
to grasp
to reach
the unreachable
his love

she reaches

that can be
it has all been
lost at sea

the sea of
what never could be




Nancy said...

Sad, so sad.


oh, but as long as she reaches as long as she can reach, there is hope - hope, nancy!!! ;)

Wild Rose said...

Sad but i have hope she can make it beautiful and also here to wish you a very holy jolly new year. Thank you for all the comments sweetie and love.

Love & Kiss,
Wild Rose~


oh, wild rose! how absolutely wonderful to have you drop by this way! thank you so much, dear lady, and many many wishes for peace love and light to you and yours - nameaste' - jenean

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

The reaching is what matters!

The Abbot said...

Happy New Year Jenean.

I shall make a determined effort to come and sit around the camp fires in the coming year.

Have a wonderful time over the holiday period.


exactly, trish, exactly! the reaching is the thing! the only thing!


oh, dear goodness, trevor! how absolutely wonderful to have you come by - it is truly wonderful to hear from you - and i thank you - will so look forward to more visits round the campfires in the coming year - all my very best to you and yours, dear friend!

linda said...

after reading yours and others comments, i suppose the point is to not give up, to not stop reaching though that is not how i felt reading your work...it felt sad to me and somehow without hope...maybe it is all about perspective, no? xoxo and happy new year, dear jenean. ♥


you know, linda, you are certainly not the first to see my words here as very sad - a lot of people do - and while they do come a lot from sad times and feelings, i hope that the bottom line can be seen as that old old thing about how much more wonderful it is to have loved [and lost or whatever] than never to have loved at all - and that it really really is all about wanting and receiving - never give up - keep reaching - always - just keep reaching...

hugs dear lady - and much love!!!