special request for addresses - real communication in 2011...

greetings, dear friends -  for those who have not already received this message from me via email today, just this morning, one of my dear blogging friends in ireland [thank you, map] posted a request for his BFs' home addresses so that he might send each of us a xmas card this year - it seems that in ireland, one does not send out xmas cards in the year in which a family member has passed on, as he had this past year - so, for this year, he wanted to send as many as possible - the whole thing of holiday cards took me right down memory lane to all the wonderful cards i received all my life, until the virtual world made such handwritten cards almost obsolete -

and so it is that i thought what a wonderful thing it would be for the NEW YEAR of 2011 - to send each of you a "real" card to your "real" home in the "real" world - hence, my request for your "real" address so that i might let you know i'm thinking of you with the new year!   

send to gypsywomanworld@gmail.com

keep hopin'...

keep hopin’ to find someone dear
keep findin’ myself way down here
way down here under all that fear
way down here with no one near

don’t really know what it’s gonna take
just hope it comes quick for my heart’s sake

keep hopin'

i have loved you...

 i seem to have loved you 

in numberless forms

numberless times

in life after life

in age after age 

forever

to peace and love ...

I am poor and naked but I am the chief of a nation. 

We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. 

Riches would do us no good. 

We could not take them with us to the other world. 

We do not want riches. 

We want peace and love.

~Red Cloud, Oglala Sioux~

life is...

 What is life? 

It is the flash of a firefly in the night -

It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime -

It is the little shadow which runs across the grass

and loses itself in the sunset -

- blackfoot -

this week in homage to the true natives of this country...

- it seems only fitting that this week should be devoted to those

who are the true natives of this country -

- so each day will have an offering

of and about our native brothers and sisters -

peace and love

to live out loud...

if you ask me what I came into this life to do -

i will tell you -

i came to live out loud!

to tell the story of your life...

you have to begin 

to tell the story of your life 

as you now want it to be 

and discontinue the tales of 

how it has been or 

of how it is

words to live by -

i love my past -

i love my present -

i am not ashamed 

of what i have had, and 

i am not sad because 

i no longer have it -

speak up act out...

silence

is argument

carried out by other means...

[mid 1980's peace demonstration washington dc]

to esperanza...

and trish macgregor...

  

HOPE 

is the dream

of a 

soul awake

and then i dreamed and knew...

i’d been wondering
what it was
that i wanted to be
then i dreamed
and knew
i am
what it is
that i want to be

to go away...

I am going away with him 

to an unknown country 

where I shall have 

no past and no name, 

and where 

I shall be born again 

with a new face 

and an untried heart.

i will not die...

wondering...

comin' home...

wandering
roaming
wondering pondering plundering
lost and alone
faded and fallen
disowned unknown
yearning longing craving
not yet known
not yet found
gone but never had
absent barren nonexistent
wanting needing waiting
missing something
missing me
missing you
missing us
wanting needing waiting
seeking searching
the foggy roads
the crooked paths
the raging rivers
the mist the miles
by love’s grace
all led but one place
toward my fate
one look
and
i was found
one touch
and
i belonged
one kiss
and
i was home