Colorful, casual, lovely...

My Boho Chic bedroom...

Gypsy days

Days are warm and mellow
and there's a dreamy flowery scent hanging from the air...
 

 

Time to open up our gypsy trailer!
 

 

Time to make memories
under the sun... 

 

And braid my hair the gypsy way...  

So I fluffed up the gypsy trailer interiors

with color and clean fabrics... 

 

 

We wanted to get it ready before our real first trip of the season

So the other day, I got out all of my gypsy paraphernalia and decorated the walls

with colorful draped fabrics, pillows, beads, and roses... lots of roses  

 

 

I hung the thick colorful curtains

and gathered them off to either side of my sleeping quarters

 in several swooping loops.

And I went to play!

Fabrics and colors help represent wild, colorful lives of the gypsy heritage…
 

I brought in some roses from the house and some of my pretty candle holders for a dreamy mood...

The candles are battery operated for extra precautions

easy and carefree.

 

 

The little kitchen... ready for the preparation
of a real dinner

 

Our dinner table got embellished with

lush colors and rich textures

 

 

Books a plenty too!

 

 

We're so ready for our first camping trip of the season.

Got the trailer cleaned up

got all fabrics and curtains washed up

I am ready to go!! 

 

Awakening

Our first camping trip of the season is nearly upon us! We’re excited, and dreaming on discovering new enchanting places here in the south. In the meantime, my soul is waking up to all the charm of the new season...

A Beautiful Surrender to Our For Now Home

Our Gypsy Caravan has arrived...

Those pictures above? That’s our Gypsy Caravan-tent trailer in our "For Now home", grounded in the Appalachian Mountains for the foreseeable future. If you missed that on my blog, THE HOUSE IN THE ROSES, you can find the details HERE.

It’s been pretty incredible, this transition. It’s come with a fair share of challenges, such as missing my girls—like I'm missing my air. But more and more my heart gets affirmed in the notion that this is what God wants us to be. And it feels so very right, too. Jogging through this lovely neighborhood yesterday morning and this morning; being showered as I was with a thousand leaves the colors of dusk and sunrise... the warmer climate, the amount of Nature in which my life is now surrounded with practically all year through.   This is truly amazing!  My eyes have cried in amazement, my heart is singing with a new song.  The fact that I can sit outside; run in the early morning; plant a flower pot, as I just did this morning—in November! This is truly amazing to me.  It is more than I can ask for...

 

I’ve learned something interesting from these changes in our lives though: We really have no idea what to expect anymore. I’ve completely let go of all expectation of what we’re doing, when we’re doing it, or how it’s going to work out, except one: I'm fully trusting our Heavenly Father to guide us where we get to go.

If you would like to follow me on my new journey, in our new "FOR NOW HOME" you can do so by clicking HERE.

See you there!

 

 

ON THE ROAD - PART 6

November 3, 2013 – PRIEST - KY

 

Oh the glorious glorious joy that comes with the sun! And all gloominess, and all the menacing dark clouds and the bitter wind and cold are finally behind us. It is hard to imagine a more lovelier, or a more glorious morning than this sun-filled clear morning of beginning of November.

 

I woke up this morning at our camp site with the sound of something soothing, and mellow; like a clicking of a gentle wind on the roof of our Gypsy Caravan. It wasn't the sound of rain, or the familiar anxious sound of bird's hops—a leaping kind of a dance on tin roof. It was something else... I opened up my eyes and listen... listen to the sound, but couldn't identified it.

 

Moments later I went outside... the sound! They were autumn leaves! And so I stood there; eyes fixated on such wonderful shower of leaves... heart swirling and dancing inside my chest.... leaves in all the color of autumn falling every so gentle, and magical from the canopy of trees under which our trailer rested through the night. I had never experienced that while camping, or hear the music of autumnal leaves before, because up North in our territory, campgrounds are usually closed for the winter season this time of year. But this is here. And this is lovely November, and the leaves on the trees are mellow and still drifting down on soft green ground. And it felt wonderful—the thought of being gifted with time; extra time to enjoy this wonderful world; free of the imprisonment of winter. How special!

 

NASHVILLE – TN: People are terrible drivers on these parts of the state. I mean they have statistics on fatalities right on road signs along the freeway. A lot. I mean, a lot of dead on these roads. We were commenting on this strangeness, when all of suddenly a car going on high speed crossed in front of us right at the moment when we were changing lines... thankfully, my husband was able to maneuver our truck, and everything was fine.

 

We didn't say much after that. Just a silent prayer of thanksgivings and adoration.

 

Thanks goodness... we're almost home.