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Thursday, May 18, 2017


The picture above:  The gypsy girl when we were on our way to our new life in the South, a few years ago... how heavy my soul felt back then, how lonely and unfamiliar the path my feet kissed, and even still today my heart yearns to return, and looks back, and questions... and wonders.


The magic in me

“I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.” Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days


All of nature - the sun, the moon, those mountains - all of it knows you from the time you were just an idea. That we're all cells with different purposes, yet we are all connected - existing to serve each other as well as the whole.” Alyson Noel, Mystic


An enchanted world is one that speaks to the soul, to the mysterious depths of the heart and imagination where we find value, love, and union with the world around us. As mystics of many religions have taught, that sense of rapturous union can give a sensation of fulfillment that makes life purposeful and vibrant. Thomas Moore.


If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. Eleonora Duse 


“Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.” Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden


Sunday, May 14, 2017

The Gypsies

On a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the gypsies decided to go out for a ride.  Blue, clear skies and in a land where Nature gifts itself abundantly and trees grow as tall and as wide as the sky, they felt encouraged to go on and find the magic; to live outside, and go find the open spaces where God resides.  And thus into the wild they went, loosing their way, finding their soul.


They set camp by a beautiful lake on a perfect May day...




With camp fire burning and comfy chairs for reading and enjoying each moment spread out on the grass.


Here is a gypsy caravan lived by a family of two:  That Fisherman and his lady the wild-hair girl.  



The house is about 25 feet long, and it is built completely to enjoy.  Easy to set up, easy to store, easy to use.  The roof is flat, the walls are laminated seamless fiberglass.  The linoleum floors are swept clean, and it boasts stunning appeal and loads of features centered around convenience and practical comfort, with queen size insulated bunks at either end where four can sleep comfortably. The dining table folds down to make a small bed for additional sleeping arrangements, and it comes with a small fridge, a sink that can be hooked up to running water, a furnace that runs on propane or can be hooked up to electricity, and a two burner stove.     







The lady's quarters in the caravan-house is always the pretties, the one adorned in colorful veils, pillows, flowers, and little lamps.  And she dreams she lives in a Harem somewhere in Egypt or Istanbul, the seat of the Ottoman Empire.





The family possesses three comfy blankets and the biggest portfolio of pillows and gypsy veils you can dream of.  






Food for a year, tableware, cookware, bowls, pots, pans and countless travel utensils for camping, hiking picnic and more.




 The Fisherman cooks...


The lady nurtures her soul with Nature 
Earth's crammed with Heaven and every common bush, afire with God.


And later patiently waits for her Fisherman to do his favorite thing...


Along the banks of the crystal clear lake the family likes to go on a nature's walk.  




There is a rapture on the lonely shore.  I stop by the 'magical tree', which feeds on waters, and wonder what his secret is... 


How can roots feed on water while arms still reach the sky?


What a lovely, lovely weekend we had.  The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.


Thank you for coming along with us



Thursday, May 11, 2017


“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, 
a part limited in time and space. 
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, 
a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. 
This delusion is a kind of prison for us, 
restricting us to our personal desires and to affection 
for a few persons nearest to us. 
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion 
to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”