As she continued on her journey using her imagination as a ballast, the Gypsy was drawn to the centre of spiritualism in the country of Jordan. While others headed for the River Jordan, she choose again to take a different route. What she witnessed could not have only been an ideal creation. She felt more…
Hey everyone! I have a gift for you. Many people have been writing to me with compliments and have written very kind reviews. I took the decision to put my book into e-book format for those who would like to read it digitally. It is still my contention that it is a hands on…
With all the lessons left behind her for the moment, the Gypsy let herself imagine. She felt herself being swept into the caverns of her own mind where life was tender and easy. Where angels flew and fairies danced. Leaving reality behind was a gift she bestowed upon herself to give herself room for growth…
This is the charm … “A charm for love, Like the cow following her young, Like the kinship of magpies, Like the first breath and loving eye, May he follow me like the saint followed god” I follow a blog of an Irish Gypsy. It is full of the mystic long associated with the ‘Irish…
My friend Jean Ann shared my poem ‘The Healing’ with two of her friends. Together they shared a bucket full of tears. What is it about romantic love that causes our hearts to sigh, our minds to soar and produces such strong emotions? Here are two gifts that Jean Ann presented to her friends to…
The Gypsy had come a long way by now. Starting with a new Beginning (Pillar I), an offer and a promise served to enlighten and envelop her. Turning to a broader scope of the world and Discovering (Pillar II) that her own small world was but a fraction of what was necessary to understand her…
The Journey begins Here 