“wears long, floaty stuff so she doesn’t forget that she’s really only connected to the earth by the very tips of her toes..”
It’s Monday morning, and here at the Gypsy loft we find ourselves preparing for a pretty busy week.
A must? Stay inspired. So we dug around and found some inspiration to fit our mood. The result
is something we like to call our Monday morning musings. The first of many. We hope you enjoy..
I hitched a ride with the wind
And since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we’d go
When a flower grows wild
It can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow…
“We looked out from under the marquee and there she was on this deserted lawn –
and she was cartwheeling across it … cartwheeling.
She was an exquisite dancer, and dancing purely for herself,
a part of the tenuous enchantment of the evening.
I remember the music dying down as the focus of attention shifted to her out there,
and I suppose since she couldn’t see into the light, she was totally unaware of us.”
peace. love. gypsy.