Lemurian Gypsy Camp

CALM

I wonder at the stillness here –
a gift, perhaps,
to quiet my churning spirit;
or curse, still blessed,
to draw my soul home again.

I embrace the late dawning here –
no planned alarm,
my love is still abed at eight;
and even I,
did catch an extra wink or two.

I wallow in green hush doldrums –
magnolia walls,
and gravel roads of tactile crunch;
old stone paths,
reveal flume fed ponds and waterwheels.

There’re many who would walk ahead –
with chosen mate,
blindly following behind a
a duty pace,
while for me ‘tis a quested calling.

It is for this I am trained
in found stillness,
guarding point in search of stumble;
that she might reach
out with senses beyond my ken.

For her the sun is always late –
dark clouding mist,
which allows more knowledge of moon;
love’s hid powers,
that reach ‘cross the room in laughter.

Yet, this stay is but a wrinkle –
a hole in time,
and we must return to the land
of quick busy-do,
and the work the Goddess gave us.

It came in a soul-blink of now –
that we do not
dare linger here in such stillness;
a world apart,
for there are no birds singing here…

nor cats curled at our feet,
not the quiet whispers of Tegsh,
nor the home built
with heart and hand,
from chaos.

And the word is, more parties, hooleys, and barn door dances!
The Gypsy Chief wishes it to be known that Baba Griga is a great dancer and welcome at his camp fire anytime.
He also wishes to inform all travellers that any birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, engagements, whatever, will be celebrated at the Gypsy camp with much enthusiasm. So if you’d like to be the guest of honour at a hooley at the tober (translation: a big party at the campsite) you are to send your birthdays and/or other important dates to gailkav@yahoo.com
Talk about a slave driver, he’s as bad as Baba Yaga.

May you experience freedom, peace and true joy in your retirement.

I give thanks for your sense of fun, your creative spirit and your generosity.

Belated birthday wishes
with love from Traveller

Ah — to return from a magical week
and find so many kind and loving posts.

All will find a place in our wedding scrapbook
already over 80 pages. After the wedding
at Sakin’el we spent five days at Blowing Rock,
North Carolina where I managed to write a few things.

Then off to Raleigh, NC for a handfasting!
20 people in unique ceremony including
a circle of rose petals. After the ‘closing’ Em and I danced,
broom in hand, while guests showered us with petals.
………………………………………………..

Here is the first poem I wrote on the
‘honeymoon’
……………………………………………………..

CHALET

Chalet is a magical word,
sung out in chimes without trying –
all heads turn and hearts remember
dreams as silent echoes of joy.

There’s no one doesn’t like chalet,
a form unique in artist’s call
to function rather than comfort;
all angles, stone and sliver wood.

For while it defies the piled snow,
and cleaves with ease the howling winds;
it is for lovers a haven –
carved from a niche of tomorrow.

The ready fire never crackles,
but purrs with careful pulsing voice –
averting laughing amber eyes,
and caressing finger shadows.

Know bubblicheese and whisper wine
dulcimer knees and unribboned hair,
hourglass unturned and balconied moon
on a carpet of longing furs.

All is curves and rounded prayers,
and vampired throats and ruby hints
of scattered petals of young again
and innocence found in childish tears.

As ye slumber within my arms
and vaulted beams away from harms. –
chalet, chalet, mon dieu, et tu –
encore mon coeur chanson l’amoure.

Before I left Duwamish Bay for the Gypsy Camp I stopped by Livia’s Bookshop.

It’s still closed and she’s still gone and I know she’s missed by everyone down here at the Marina.

I went to the Sideshow to visit Kincross and Clara and for once Kincross wasn’t performing her slight of hand…done I suppose to pull in a crowd for the main show.

Though I suspect she does it simply for the attention.

Tonight the Twins Wintra and Summer were standing on a little makeshift stage and they were singing. It was a song we use to see in the first grade as part of our
” American Folk Songs ” studies and I remember liking it because you didn’t have to be a great singer to make it sound good.

Plus it was about Flying…of course this song is about Death…but to fly… ah, what a dream.

Anyway as I watched Kincross and Jesse the Cyclops and the Twins, who would never die but simply go on forever like the tide coming back to the shore over and over again, I wondered and I always will, why THEY enjoyed singing it so much.

And why they looked so sad when they sang:

I’ll Fly Away

Some glad morning when this life is o’er,
I’ll fly away.

To a home on God’s celestial shore,
I’ll fly away.

I’ll fly away, O Glory, I’ll fly away.

When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I’ll fly away.

When the shadows of this life have flown,
I’ll fly away.

Like a bird thrown, driven by the storm,
I’ll fly away.

I’ll fly away, O Glory, I’ll fly away.
When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I’ll fly away.

Just a few more weary days and then,
I’ll fly away.

To a land where joy shall never end,
I’ll fly away.

I’ll fly away, O Glory,
I’ll fly away.

When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I’ll fly away.

I think this sums it up perfectly:

The Art Of A Good Marriage
Wilferd Arlan Peterson

Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens.
A good marriage must be created.
In marriage the little things are the big things.
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say “I love you” at least once a day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is at no time taking the other for granted; the courtship should not end with the honeymoon, it should continue through all the years.
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.
It is standing together facing the world.
It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family.
It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy.
It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is not looking for perfection in each other.
It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding and a sense of humour.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal, dependence is mutual and the obligation is reciprocal.
It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.

Happy Birthday Heather!

On The Occasion of Her Birthday….
From Your Friends At the Duwamish Sideshow….
May All Your Wishes Come True
and if they don’t
WE KNOW WHO CAN SEE TO IT THAT THEY DO!

Dear Heather,

I’ve left my road trip and my notes in safe Keeping at the Curiosity Shop ( the one in Seattle, the one in Duwamish Bay…Goodness knows what could happen to them THERE ) so that I could attend your birthday party!

Come Hell or High-Water ( and BOTH DID!) I’ll be there with bells on to share some little tales before I once again take to the Roads that have possessed me…As it were…

Love From
Anita Marie