lovely lunches

All the birds in the skies were singing, swirling overhead in wild flight patterns, in unison, tumbling like acrobats, pure grace and theatrics. Like children playing, unnoticed, continuing the dance of wings and feathers, natural and dreamy. Wishing I could be like birds, singing unconventionally, swooping, stirring the treetops, being fellow to bats and foe to locusts...I am dreaming, lulled by chirps and drawn out "ah-hoooo, ah-hoooo" flit, ti-ti-ti-ti, cacaw-cacaw...like the musings of an ebo, no batteries needed. A loon calls out and another answers as the water gurgles. Lightly, she lands on top of the water and rests on the small wake of the waves. Peaceful, calming.

Under the surface, down in the deep, muddy waters, a dark history still present, relative to dinosaurs, a killer waits. A landing stirs the senses, breaking the silence, clawed feet move effortlessly through the water. What seems clumsy and ugly on land is beauty in motion under currents. Only seconds pass as webbed feet push the heavy body forward, upwards. Monstrous jaws break the surface, snapping around a startled fowl, no fight, only lunch, changing the meaning of birds of prey.

i'm not the only one who dreams of gypsy wagons...

Who knew there were so many resources and other people not only loving and dreaming of gypsy wagons...vardos...routelles..

http://daphnescaravans.com/links.htm

there are so many beautiful ones out there! and plans for building them..but, to my chagrin, there is very little history and almost nill when it comes to the traveling stage made popular in medieval times...

still searching, but my dreamy little heart is considering construction and the many possible uses for my gypsy wagon.

writing makes the heart beat

I found this quite by accident, but I was so intrigued by her 30 days of writing that it prompted me to start writing, too. Now, I wanna share it, scream it from rooftops....

wordsareart.wordpress.com/ tag/words/

also, a book by Denis Johnson "Jesus' Son" passed on to me from my dear pal, Steve. I could not put it down and the stories dance in my head still. I think I may have even retained what I read...at least for a couple of days. I have fried brains.

as the snow fell...

i stood outside alone last night...
i watched the flakes fall like glitter out of the night sky.
it was cold and calm, quiet
i could hear God whispering with each flake
"i love you"

two star cross'd lovers...

http://www.imdb.com/video/hulu/vi32440345/