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 - imaginedand/or real - come along with me -we'll danceamong 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 -
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]
Thank you, Lady Jenean, this is a nice thought indeed.
I love the image, so clear, so crystalline, a boost all by itself...
You know, this morning I feel so much better than I was two days ago, I can't believe it. It seems that I've got a lot of the stuff called resilience. In truth, if this unnamed hospital's trauma unit did not succeed in killing me, nothing short of a nuclear blast will be.
Well thank you deeply for the thought, I'm still taking it easy for at least a weekl..
roger, it's wonderful that you are stronger today - and you will continue to be a bit stronger each day - i'm not at all surprised at the degree of your resilience - after all, you battle the hard frigid world of the north every day! :)
i came across this image some time ago and thought it just so beautiful - like you said - clear and crystalline - and the blue with the water droplets, truly magical - it's always reminded me of you -
Changing moods... I fear that I will never be the same man again, not in my head. At times it feels as if something was broken... not only the ribs. This darned hospital did not succeed in killing me but damaged me inside my head nevertheless. Should there be shame in telling this? Or is it self-pity?
I had quite a shock while reading another blog a few hours ago. It remembered me that when I began to regain consciousness in this hated hospital, my children were at my bedside and my wonderful daughter told me something like: "You've so much to do yet!" Looking back, I now see that she was so afraid. How could I forgive those incompetent doctors, how could I?
It's the middle of the night, and sleep escapes me. And I feel so useless.
OH, GYPSYWOMAN, what a kind, loving thing to post for Roger. He really is lost right now, isn't he? Bless his heart. I will keep him in my prayers. Beautiful photo with this one, as well. I find myself saying that over and over but it's just amazing how perfectly meshed your photo choices are with your postings. Much Love, Deborah
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Thank you, Lady Jenean, this is a nice thought indeed.
I love the image, so clear, so crystalline, a boost all by itself...
You know, this morning I feel so much better than I was two days ago, I can't believe it. It seems that I've got a lot of the stuff called resilience. In truth, if this unnamed hospital's trauma unit did not succeed in killing me, nothing short of a nuclear blast will be.
Well thank you deeply for the thought, I'm still taking it easy for at least a weekl..
Roger G. :-)))
I love this; so true and so universal.
Thank you for your always lovely words at my place,
xo
Zuzana
roger, it's wonderful that you are stronger today - and you will continue to be a bit stronger each day - i'm not at all surprised at the degree of your resilience - after all, you battle the hard frigid world of the north every day! :)
i came across this image some time ago and thought it just so beautiful - like you said - clear and crystalline - and the blue with the water droplets, truly magical - it's always reminded me of you -
take care -
hey zuzana - yes, a universal truth - FLOWER POWER 4 US ALL!
:)
Changing moods... I fear that I will never be the same man again, not in my head. At times it feels as if something was broken... not only the ribs. This darned hospital did not succeed in killing me but damaged me inside my head nevertheless. Should there be shame in telling this? Or is it self-pity?
I had quite a shock while reading another blog a few hours ago. It remembered me that when I began to regain consciousness in this hated hospital, my children were at my bedside and my wonderful daughter told me something like: "You've so much to do yet!" Looking back, I now see that she was so afraid. How could I forgive those incompetent doctors, how could I?
It's the middle of the night, and sleep escapes me. And I feel so useless.
OH, GYPSYWOMAN, what a kind, loving thing to post for Roger. He really is lost right now, isn't he? Bless his heart. I will keep him in my prayers. Beautiful photo with this one, as well. I find myself saying that over and over but it's just amazing how perfectly meshed your photo choices are with your postings.
Much Love,
Deborah
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