Friday, July 22, 2011

New Home

You can now find me at:

Gypsy Love Warrior

Sunday, July 10, 2011

dreaming...

(photo by irisgodd3ss)

Tonight I am dreaming of a place that can only exist in my mind right now. A place that I have never been to, but know of its beauty and magic and that it welcomes me with an expansive sky and ocean water bluer than I have ever seen. This place is the thing dreams are made of - a dream I had many, many years ago; swaying in a hammock beside the sea and the grass was so green and my spirit felt at peace. All I could do was smile. This dream may be closer to reality than I think. I can only hope, as reality has become so gray.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

GYPSY LOVE WARRIOR IS HERE!




Come visit the brand spankin' new website, Gypsy Love Warrior.

It really is "hot off the press" so check in daily for updates, blog posts, and goodies. & if you feel compelled, leave me some feedback :) I want this to be a fun & welcoming place for gypsy love warriors around the world!

Monday, June 20, 2011

Mini Update

*A new website/blog is in the making - one that will hopefully be a great inspiration and resource for women everywhere.

*Lots of crafting going on. New items are in the shop, like this little Buddha necklace!


*Drinking an iced hazelnut latte right now and contemplating getting some writing done on a guide I'm putting together for the new website.

*Learning patience.

Monday, June 6, 2011

A Goddess Garden



Hello everyone! I have a very important announcement to make! I've just opened an Etsy shop called A Goddess Garden - trinkets and treasure for goddesses, mermaids and fairy changeling girls. This is the first step on my creative journey and living my creative dreams, so I'm really excited. There are more goodies in the works and much bigger plans to accompany the Etsy shop. Stay tuned!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Realization

In every interview I’ve ever been in I get asked, “Where do you see yourself in five years?” I always answer with something that pertains to the company I’m interviewing with, but if I were to be hooked up to a lie detector during that answer, the lines would be off the chart. Deep down inside I don’t want to be working for anyone but myself in five years. Even a year from now I’d love to be financially independent and using my gifts while helping people in the process. I just feel like it’s a waste of time to be sitting in an office most of the day. Think of all the things I could be doing!

Last night I was sitting outside and imagining myself as an old woman looking back at her life and thinking, I wish I would’ve started living my dreams sooner. I don’t want to be that woman. I want to enjoy life now! Not wait until I’m 65.

No matter how good my job is now, it will never satisfy me; it will never fulfill my creative dreams; it will never be what I truly want. I have a higher purpose and I refuse to lose sight of it because the world (or maybe just America) says I have to work a traditional job to “get by.”

Saturday, April 30, 2011

It's Here!!!

Get your copy of my poetry book, Self-Destruction of a Female.




Wednesday, April 27, 2011

First Step

From: Your Money or Your Life: Transforming Your Relationship with Money and Achieving Financial Independence, by Joe Dominguez and Vicki Robin

“Conditions have changed, but we are still operating financially by the rules established during the Industrial Revolution – rules based on creating more material possessions. But our high standard of living has not led to a high quality of life – for us or for the planet.”

I’m changing my thoughts about money, spending, the “American dream,” my priorities, and what it means to work and live. Life’s too short to mess around. I’m not meant to do the 8-5 thing; no one is. I’ve told myself this time and time again, but I keep repeating old ways of thinking. I’m convinced that neither I nor you have to slave away to enjoy life, to get what we want. Sitting in an office for 8 hours is no way to live. It’s not the way I want to live, and I don’t believe God put me here to do so.

I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I do know that I have a lot of learning and research to do. It’s time to prepare for something greater. It’s time to really live!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Lightning Bug (an old poem)


photo from we heart it

June midnight
with a pale moon.
The pink oleanders
tap outside my window,
cast shadows in the room.
I lie in bed,
wonder if my eyes will ever close
when suddenly,
a flash of light darts across the sky.
Only from the corner of my eye
do I glimpse the quick glow
of something outside my window.

What could it be?

When I look closer I find
that it's not the sky alive with light,
but the oleanders housing little stars.
Fireflies twinkling,
on
and
off
A still, dark sanctuary
blooming in luminosity.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Discover Who You Truly Are

I am beautiful, sexy, smart, not because I shop at Victoria's Secret or buy expensive makeup. I am these things naturally. My porcelain skin, strong feet, big eyes, graceful legs make me who I am. I am beautiful, sexy, smart because of my personality and uniqueness, my character. I am quiet, love to hide away with a book, daydream, lovelovelove. These are things money can't buy, and I'll never find my true self at the bottom of a shopping bag.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Who Is Your Truth?



She is natural, naked,
long tangled hair,
perfectly at ease in her body.
She has a pen in her hand.
Her legs and feet are strong.
Her heart big and delicate.
She doesn't care that she is naked
or that she may never see people again.
No need for makeup or clothes.
Just sunshine, flowers, good fruit,
and the words in her heart.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I'm dreaming about...


learning french


writing with abandon


fisheye photography


moroccan tea parties


gypsy dresses


dancing in the desert

All photos from weheartit

Thursday, January 27, 2011

love letter



I left my heart in California.
It is buried there,
beneath tree roots and roses.
It blooms in spring
with cala lilies and jacaranda trees.
Butterflies swagger on its petals,
and the sea salt smooths the rough edges.

In winter, my heart is devoured
by the vampire boys and boys with broken wings,
bloodhounds with sandpaper veins who
stalk blood roses in the Hollywood hills.
It is all red flesh and weak,
but the seeds get stomped
back into the ground
by girls in combat boots and pink dresses.

My heart seeks me in all seasons
knowing that a small cloud hangs
where my heart used to be.
A cloud dripping dew
to the rest of me,
wondering if a new heart will grow.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

life can be a fairytale























All images from we heart it