Gypsy Muse Dancing

Crouching

In a misty moment–

Blanketed by dawn

(and a purple velvet cloak).

I peer

Between flared fingers

At nothing, nothing at all.

My chin tilts to the side,

Eyes down, coy,

Like I like them.

It’s a look of mystery,

And even I don’t know what it really means.

What if, who is, could be?

No.

Just

S P A C E

In which I may e x p a n d and contract,

Be whatever I choose:

A spider thinking,
A tree laughing,
A fairy dining on the finest dew…
A bat lurking, sleeping, hanging, hung.

Emotions real

Because I believe in my dream of them.

N O W.

Tomorrow—will be another

Place or time.

Another emotion,
Another me.

Nothing to hold onto.

Change.

All I really have is my love…

And the magic that I make.

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(Embodying the Gypsy Muse essence at a NYE party shortly after the poem was crafted.  Photo credit: Kyer Wiltshire)

(I wrote this poem several years ago, but thought I’d post it today for my BIRTHDAY.  Writing this poem ushered in a kind of spiritual birthday for me–the birth of my “Gypsy Muse”!  At that point, it was sort of an alter ego part of my personality.  Since then I’ve done much to integrate this essence into my regular, waking life and reality.  No longer an alter, she is me!  But, this poem is yet another example of the gifts creativity can give us.  I’m so grateful for the role poetry has played in my self-development and evolution.)

Spiral Center

I’m goin’ down

To the Spiral Center

To meet my soul

In her gypsy splendor.

 

What we’re gonna do

When I arrive

Is share some plans

So I can thrive!

 

My Gypsy Soul

She’s got a Dream–

A path for me

Laid by my team.

 

Up in the sky,

In the spirit world–

Before I was born

The spiral curled!

 

The time has come

To find my way

Around the spiral

So my soul can play!

 

And when I reach

That golden center

The “sweet spot”

I soon will enter…

 

It’s in this spot

In the heart of me

That I’ll live my Dream

And  set  the  Gypsy  free.  

 

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(“Spiral Center” oil pastel by the author)

Diary of a Mystic Gypsy, Take I

Part One:  TODAY

What a gift to be living in a little cabin in the Pacific NW where I can have a the door open and a fire going at the same time.  It’s so peaceful.

Soothing.

I love it!

But, in the broad scheme of things:  the town here is pretty sleepy…

Still, aren’t there just so many incredible places in the world?

Choosing a place to live is like being asked what part of myself is the most important aspect.  What part do I really want to grow and develop and where physically would that be most supported?  I’m so diverse, it’s hard to say what part I most want to develop.  I really want to live in nature, but I want community near by.  I like a climate that is warm, AND I also like to feel a bit chilly at times.  I like the beach and forests.  I like the mossy NW gardens and the tropical Hawaiian ones. I like the perpetual springtime of southern California (but not so much the dryness).  I also love the classic seasons of the North Carolina mountains but there I miss the sea.  I want a good source of potential patients–people who may be interested in and receptive to my gifts…given at my highest and most easeful, fun, and creative level.  I also want a place where I can feel inspired to make art, write, and grow my own food.  And I want interesting, fun, conscious, and loving people to interact with socially and professionally.  Sometimes I think I want to ski above all else.  “That will make me happy.”  Other times, I think swimming with dolphins is the greatest thing I could possibly imagine.  I dream of dolphin-assisted therapy and dolphin-art-healing retreats. Eventually, I envision starting a nonprofit related to art + nature + healing and kids.  And then I think “just loving”, which can be done anywhere, is all that matters.  Probably where I am isn’t nearly as important as I think it is.  Mine is a journey of inner discovery that I am simultaneously taking externally, it seems.

Really, I’m guess I’m looking for a place where I can feel that I am embodying my highest self, whatever that is or could be.  (Though one might reasonably ask, “Is it really up to the place to do that?”.)

At the moment I feel calm and supported, peaceful and happy.  I am grateful for the rest.  I am also grateful for the journey.

I think I may be home…for now, 

though I’m beginning to discover that perhaps I never left ..♥..

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