Sometimes I think I have the soul of a gypsy. I imagine a tidy wagon with lanterns
and beaded curtains. A wee home that traveled at my whim. I think of mornings
that would hold no clue as to where I'd be at sunset.
In real life I am anchored by love and family. It is a sweet tether and I am grateful
for it. But dreams are good. They allow us to soar on gossamer wings and break the bonds
of time, to dwell in castles and gypsy wagons. Never deny yourself this small pleasure,
for sometimes dreams are the balm our hearts require and the inspiration of
beautiful things. ♥
5 comments:
Me too Dale.
Really nice post and pic!
XO!
Lisa
what a delightful image you created...a carefree life filled with adventures! I too am tethered to family and love them of course but oh a little dreaming is good for the soul!
Beautiful post...I'm a big believer in dreams:)
Sorry if this shows up twice - didn't seem to post the first time. Just wanted you to know that as a big fan of your blog, Dale, I especially loved this post. I have often dreamed of being a modern-day gypsy - once in a VW bus, today perhaps in an Airstream camper, lol. I think the gypsy element was one of my favorite parts of Chocolat by JoAnne Harris.
I have a wagon, but it has a refrigerator, shower, bed, sofa, table, stove . . . LOL. It's a 24' travel trailer. It's fun to play the role of a gypsy once in awhile. Especially if I don't have to drive.
Smiles,
Teresa
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