Sunday, December 20, 2015

Gypsy dreams

New pillows for the Gypsy Caravan...

Sometimes a tiny place is all the dream we need.

Imagine the crunch of rocks under the wooden wheels of a gypsy caravan train, the rhythmic motion rocking colorful porch lanterns which throw glittering rainbows as they catch the rays of the sun, swaths of rich tapestries and velvets, and the sweet tinkling of coin belts.  The freedom of taking yourself wherever you want to go, whenever. The call of the neo nomad.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Maybe the fairy is a bit more crone like now... innocence is lost at some point 
and that's OK when wisdom is gained in its place.

Sunday, December 13, 2015


I'm restless. 
Things are calling me away. 
My hair is being pulled by the stars again

(Anais Nin)