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...

Saturday, February 26, 2011

elle dit adieu -

































but
her
heart
could
not
forget...


7 comments:

Nevine said...

Does the heart ever forget, Jenean? Our hearts are so true... and they cling... tenaciously! Adieu is but a word...

Loved this!

Nevine

3322mathaddict said...

J, read your email! And look at this WV: "presh

3322mathaddict said...

The entire WV didn't post. It was
"preshume".

Roger Gauthier said...

Why say that in French, gypsy woman? Why... French, a language made for love, passion... and suffering...

Adieu is no farewell, no sayonara... it's... adieu, permanent, final with no come back.

Is one's heart of stone ever truly safe, Jenean?

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, but roger, don't you see - the language of love and passion - and suffering even - that is surely the only language appropriate here, is it not? for all those very reasons, yes?

and of adieu - only in the physical sense is it permanent perhaps - never in the heart - the heart knows no farewell - even hearts of stone and ice, dear roger!

;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dear nevine - so very sorry to have not responded sooner to your comment - i somehow managed to pass it by - my deepest apologies as i always cherish your thoughtful words here - you are so right, our hearts never forgetting - how could they - when a part of them is lost forever to that someone somewhere -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and you, cousin cj - thank you for coming by - you know how hectic things have been of late - your visits are cherished, dear lady!