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, May 25, 2011

voices from 1975...

if i held you to my breast
and nursed you with the love
that men have ravished there before

if i held you closer to me still
and kept you from the frigid cold
that men have locked me in before


if i held you even gentler
and kept you safe within my heart 

if i held you ever sweetly
and shared with you my thoughts
that men have plundered many times before

could it be that you
would only follow suit


would be
no more



Linda said...

this is so beautiful, sweet lady, and the photo of you is ravishing as ever... xx

Ed Pilolla said...

love the extravagance of your work. this is a vulnerable gem.

Zuzana said...

Oh, this is so beautifully melancholic and yet so loving and gentle...
Love that ethereal image - you have that Stevie Nicks aura about you.;)

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That's really sad!

Trish said...

Stevie Nicks has got nothing on Gypsy!
Love this piece.


oh, my dear linda! always such lovely words you leave at my campfire - thank you! actually, the photo is not 1975 but 1983 - my 1975 photos that i could find just didn't fit these words and the others that i came across - anyway - thank you so much, lady!


thank you so much ed - thank you! and thank you from all of us for all the wonderful good works you and the others are doing! peace-


dear zuzana! oh, dear heavens! your words are so kind! thank you! well, words from yesteryear - melancholic in many ways for me - but - that was yesteryear - and it was nevertheless a fabulous ride! ;)


alex, sad, yes, but also very positive in that one's heart can be so touched - so moved - yes?


oh, dear trish! you have me so humbled as always with your comment! i'm so happy you like it - i first titled it "the voice of nica 1975" but decided that nica will ALWAYS BE - nothing and no one will ever cause her to "be no more" - so - i changed the title - with nica's blessings! ;) however, upon re-reading something i wrote so many years ago and feeling as if it could have been written today by me, it was a bit disconcerting and i thought perhaps it might be nica's words lingering still.....

Anonymous said...

Once again, J, I am stunned at the synchronicity between your words and mine, apparently being penned at exactly the same time, even within the same hours, perhaps.
How to explain this? Can we explain this? The final phrase in my latest journal entry sent to you just yesterday....
"And the me of me is no more....."
I can't help but wonder who on The Other Side may be guiding our pens, for you and I are separated physically by many miles yet our thoughts, words, and lives run so parallel that is is beyond any kind of logical explanation. To read my own words coming from you, and your own words coming from me, in the same moments yet so far apart in physical space....I have no answer. cj


while this particular piece was written in 1975, apparently i was posting it at the time you were writing yours - this thing with us is such an uncanny thing - more than uncanny - just plain weird! an invisible string/line connecting us cutting through time and space -

and you know how i love the me of me phrase - i use it all the time! something about it has always struck such a cord in me -

now to go back and read and absorb your journal entry - read it rather quickly first time -