I dreamt of gypsies last night . . .
Can't help but wonder if it didn't
have something to do with my
friend Esther?!
Good witch, of much wit and
wisdom, she's been on my mind
of late . . . and thus entered my
dreams.
Even in our modern day culture,
Gypsies are an enigma! Stories of
yesteryear may keep the mystique
alive, but in today's world, their
place is still pure fascination . . .
I like to think we all possess that
salt and pepper amount of gypsy.
Methinks the child within rejoices
in the gypsy and the adult slowly
eradicates . . . our loss!!!
For me, embracing my inner gypsy
means honoring the child within.
It means keeping the magick in
life alive. Honoring wonder, not
needing all the answers, playing
with fanciful ideas . . . and for god's
sake, dropping that old cookie cutter
self!
We are, and should be, each our own
sacred individual. As a teacher, I can't
help but wonder if it isn't school that
contributes and encourages all this
copy and be copied business?!
Oh, do let's bring back our inner
gypsy!
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