Message found on a wine bottle
28 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in breathing, clouds, daydreams, freedom, gypsies Tags: dreaming, spiritual
The beauty of wasting a day away, is that it is wholly yours to waste! Enjoy your day my friends!
The magnificant Ya Ya’s
26 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in daydreams, family, freedom, gypsies, palm reading, People I Know, random thoughts, witness Tags: family, freedom, friends, gardens, palm reading, people, sisters, women
Last night presented me with the marvelous chance to read palms for a beautiful, dynamic group of five women, They call themselves the Ya Ya’s, in honor of the intense friendship they have shared for years!
The setting for this small gathering was in the home and garden of one of these fabulous friends. Her home was simple grace, replete with warmth, peace, fulfillment and lovely heart. Her home presented a sense of cherished space
Doing a night of reading for a particular group is an interesting experience, always a theme. These women share not only their love for one another but also the traits of humour, strength, and determination that have allowed them each to travel through independent lives with amazing spirit.
If all my evenings were so blessed!
Magnificant Mary
24 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in breathing, family, palm reading, People I Know, planning Tags: MDK hair, palm reading, spiritual, women
A few years ago I had the amazing privilege of meeting a woman named Mary, owner of MDK for hair in Hastings, MN. I have had the pleasure of attending her business on many occasions to read palms, and get to know her wonderful circle of employees, friends and customers.
The atmosphere at her place is amazing, love, compassion, friendship, sisterhood. I feel it all when I visit Mary’s shop. MDK has gathered together an amazing collection of women, women who have healing in their hands, hearts and souls.
Love being there, love reading there.
And happily, I will be there again! Hope to see you there!
Wednesday, August 31 from 2-8! Call the salon to schedule your appointment! 651.437.8704
Memories
24 Aug 2011 1 Comment
in breathing, change, daydreams, family, freedom, little girl, People I Know, random thoughts, travel, witness Tags: change, childhood, family, freedom, friends, memories, mother, people, sisters, women
My friend from high school, Irene is a major proponent of memories, Irene was the most awesome girl I knew back then, she introduced me to LIFE. She did things, knew people, and although she had her own problems, she continued to grow and live. I missed Irene, and am so happy to have her back in my life through the medium of social networking. Reading her posts, looking at her pictures, I understand the full, active , and most important honored life she has lived.
I am part of a facebook page, postings of memories from people from my home town. Reading them, I have an opportunity to remember my own past and in that way, reconnect with the little girl that left home in a head long rush towards freedom. I love having the memories. Mine have not been so complete. Memories can heal. After over four decades of forgetting, it is wonderful to begin to regain them.
Here are a few of my own;
The town square and stuffing myself on watermelon during watermelon days. and the best carnival a child ever did attend.
An easter egg hunt downtown, I won a silver dollar in a pink plastic box from Doctor Byram’s office.
My more than pitiable attempt at archery down by the old elementary, ( also remember a bad experiment with copper tone that day)
Comic books bought at the 5 and dime.
An equally pitiable attempt at golf in high school, I have never understood while we hit the balls toward the windows, did Ms Ahrens just know we would all miss?
Stumbling going up the steps during graduation and Bruce Robinson telling me I would be fine, (forever grateful for that Bruce)
Walking miles on country roads
Canoeing at Hanon Lake.
Eating at the maid rite, french fries, cherry coke, and ketchup
My first pack of cigs at Old Style Tavern I was 12, they cost 20cents 
Riding the square and honking horns
Just some memories….Love memories!
A tribute to Sweet Annie
09 Aug 2011 1 Comment
in breathing, family, freedom, gypsies, little girl, old west, words Tags: breathing, cowgirl, dreaming, freedom, friends, mother, sisters, spiritual, women
Sweet sweet Annie
of many faces.
hippie,cowgirl
earth-mother, gypsy.
Gardener, provider.
Sweet sweet Annie
Kind of heart,
fair of face.
She does not see
What I see.
Sweet sweet Annie
Sexy,Vibrant.
Savior to critters.
She does not see
what we see.
Sweet sweet Annie
Beauty. Lover.
Mother,Sister
Lover,Wife.
You should see from these eyes.
A short story
08 Aug 2011 3 Comments
in daydreams, freedom, gypsies, stories, words Tags: family, fiction, Irish Traveler, short stories, spiritual, women, world
How Matilda came to be. A short story to be believed, or not…
My name is Matilda Evan Jones. I am an Irish Traveler. Often, I am confused, by non-travelers, with the Gypsy. But I am not such. My kind has always been traveling in Britain, from before even the Celts traveled to Ireland to conquer and control. We are not Gypsy, we are, and will always be, Travelers.
Even so, we share much in common with the Gypsies, journeying from place to place, and share much with this country’s own native tribes. We are persecuted for our beliefs, and often find ourselves hiding in order to survive. Survive we do. We make our way, moving from village to city to ocean to mountain to plain, working hard; using the strength of our minds and our bodies.
My own Gram had a sight, the ability to see past the veils of this world into others, and could reach into the soul of another to understand and hear their hidden secrets. From her I received these gifts, and with them, I make my own small living, as I too travel. 
We look to the other world for our spiritual delight. Mab, Queen of all the Fairies we call our own, and the Fairies we are cousin to. My ancestors danced with the Fairies on many a midsummer eve, and many a hallowed eve, ensuring our prosperity and comfort. Together we drew down the moon, and made the small magic’s that kept our world turning.
I can tell you many a tale of my five decades here on this earthly plane, tales of visits with my cousins, tales of time spent with this United States own native people, and tales of my travels, sorrows, and joy. But I will begin, with just the small beginning. To say how I came to this vast and wonderful land of ours, this Western glory.
My Ma; as a Lass, came across the great ocean on a merchant ship bound from the port of Liverpool, in the year of 1825, headed to a port of New York City. Her passage was paid by a grand and fine Lady, and for this Lady my Ma fetched and carried, helping to achieve all of the fuss and froofa that great Ladies must have.
Her private time was little, but one fine morning she happened above decks, to stand with the salty breeze blowing through her hair, and the feel of the sun on her face. A swell rocked the deck, and she tumbled, crying out in alarm.
Now above her was the man who would be my Da, a Traveler as well, who had hired on the ship to earn his own safe passage to the America’s. He worked the sails, climbing up and down the masts, doing all those things that sailors do. Hearing her cry, he looked down, and saw her coppery curls glinting in the light, and her slight form tumbled about the deck. And she, lying on that deck looked up into the sky and saw himself, sun browned and lean, hanging above her.
Quickly he clambered down the mast, and rushing to her, helped her back on to her feet. Looking into one another’s, faces they knew, with their souls that they were meant to be together.
Later that evening, my Ma once more crept above deck, to find Da, waiting, where her heart knew he would be. And thus I was created, and still to this day, I hold in my mind a connected memory of the sound and smell of salty waves rocking against the wooden sides of a ship, and the sight of stars shining down into the water.
I have more tales to tell, if those you would choose to hear. 
Sincerely;
Tilly Jones
Judy is Joyful
05 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in breathing, daydreams, family, freedom, People I Know, witness Tags: breathing, freedom, friends, poet, sisters, spiritual
I have known Judy for oh about 100 years, she is my heart sister, a woman who I can be separate from for a long, long time, and we are together again, it is as though only 5 minutes have passed.
Judy lives in nature along the Mississippi River, Judy lives for nature, her soul saddens when she is too long in the city, too long from the woods and plains of her beloved countryside. She is funny, cracks me up with just a gesture, and although so very different from me, is nearly the same as me. We are like bookends on different shelves. She gets me, and I get her. It is good.
Judy is strong, independent, feisty, faithful, irreverent, gentle, peaceful, and sometimes a glorious crank. She is a role model to me.
And Judy is a poet, a wonderful crafter of words. She has an amazing ability to evoke images with her poems.
Here is one she just sent to me.
When Biking 
lose yourself
in the breeze
in the sky
in the green
name the wildflowers
along the trail…
marsh marigold
butterfly weed
Indian paintbrush
wild blue phlox
see the turtle cross
the Paul Bunyan trail,
see the spotted fawn
walk thru the sun-dappled woods
be startled by the screech
of the red-tailed hawk,
watch the young eagle
take flight
ride along with the dragonflies,
take in the vast open field,
the sea of wavering grasses,
the song of the red-winged blackbird
break at the edge
of Molly Lake,
stand cattail-still,
hear the loon call
immerse all of you
in the surrounding calm
J
Saddness
23 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
in disasters, gypsies, little girl Tags: breathing, child, people, spiritual, women
The world lost yet another talented spirit at the age of 27. Amy Winehouse found dead in her apartment from unknown causes. I will miss her amazing talent and mourn her loss! Rest in the peace you deserve Amy!
Thought
21 Jul 2011 2 Comments
in breathing, random thoughts Tags: breathing
I can only see the upside in letting go! Feels good, and seems a much healthier habit!
Old Woman’s Day…A Children’s Story
20 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
in daydreams, Fairy Tales, gypsies, random thoughts, summer Tags: Children's Tales, dreaming, women
Old Woman peacefully lives along the shores of deep, deep lake in deep, deep woods in a snug cabin, never alone. She is surrounded by the animals of the woods, and the birds of the sky, and the plants of the ground. Old Woman is at peace.
In the morning, Old Woman wakes, and walks down the path from her cozy cabin to the woods.
As she walks, she gives thanks for the beauty surrounding her, and the loveliness of the day.
Her friend Doe gracefully walks onto the path in front of Old Woman, and raises her white ears in greeting.
“Good Morning Doe,” says Old Woman. “Are your sweet children hiding in the trees? I saw some Juniper berries near the path by the cabin; take your fawns to them.” Doe magically disappears into the forest, her
long white tail flickering like a candle behind her.
Little Wren sings down her greeting from a sumac bush, “Wren, here is some cornbread for you, take some home for your babies.” Old Woman lays the crumbs on the ground and smiles to see Wren hopping about them.
Home again heads Old Woman, back to her cabin clearing and her vegetable patch. Old Woman works all the rest of the day, tending her garden, storing food, and gathering wood for her winter fires. While she works, she sings thanksgiving to Grandmother Earth and Grandfather Sun, thanking them for providing all the food, warmth and friends Old Woman needs.
Her song goes like this;
“Ahhhh thank you for the light, thank you for the day. Thank you for the earth to plant my seeds. Thank you for the creatures of the woods, keep them safe, thank you Grandmother, thank you Grandfather”
As Evening time begins to darken the sky, Old Woman puts away her tools and prepares her supper. As she eats, she watches Grandfather Sun slowly begin to yawn near the Western Horizon. She stands and raises her arms in good-night farewell, “Grandfather Sun, its late now, go to sleep.” ”Goodnight!” Grandfather Sun smiles and shimmers himself all the way down behind the Western shore, leaving waves of warm pinks and gold behind him.
Then Old Woman looks toward Sister Moon, calling, “Sister Moon, Sister Moon, come show your pretty face and light the sky for my friends Owl and Bat, so that they may hunt and play.”Sister Moon pours her light down over Grandmother Earth, turning the lake and forest a soft pale green.
Old Woman stands for a while and watches her brother and sister stars twinkle on their lights. “Good night.” Old Woman whispers.
Old Woman goes into her cabin to sleep and dream.
