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...

Friday, February 18, 2011

so, just....

 dance me

last night i was unable to sleep and as i lay there
with the full moon my only companion, 
these were my thoughts


mapstew said...

Sure do love the Lenny!

Hope you sleep well tonight. :¬)


Sausage Fingers said...

Sleep - the tonic of the new mother and the over worked man, the desire of the clock watcher and the lazy at heart. The noise that creeps in my bedroom in the nocturnal hours of the now, how they all keep me awake. My savior is the drink, the beauty of the crystal goblet that wraps me in its blanket with every lucid swallow. Sleep, I must now go to sleep.

mapstew said...

@Sausage; Ah, us celts and our 'sleeping medicine'! :¬)


oh, me, too, map! i'm always in the mood for a little lenny! be still my heart!

and last night - well, last night, twas not just the moon alone comin' round 'bout the campfire - dark shadows dancin' round and round the blazing fire and so the night was the better for it -

it's a gorgeous sunny blue sky day here but with winds whistlin' through the tall trees back of the house - such a lovely sound it is - a melancholy one but beautiful -

have a great day there in the land of my grandparents, mister map -


and you, mister fingers! i laughed OUT LOUD just reading your little tidbit above! too funny! and from yours and map's responses, i can see that perhaps i'm looking at sleep from a whole different perspective, one that i might consider changing just a bit, with a slight celtic twist to things! cheers! ;)

Sausage Fingers said...

Gypsy - Ta, I look forward tae it.


;) mister fingers!