Nomad, it's almost a life.....since we talked. Why that all important issues are thrown under the rug of this and that and the insignificant? I always felt we can love above the Mother Earth and we can fly.....but we stopped talking. And you dislike being asked " whys" but Nomad, I need to know....( noticed I didn't say I want). Yes, it's a need to know why conversation stopped. But you will want me to keep on walking and grow and mature and know one day oneself. Let this learning be also an intimate and private matter in an intimate and private moment. Don't rush Gypsy - you will say. Nomads and Gypsy don't rush....we walk slow for we have to have time to pay homage to our spirits, to our ancestors whose spirits live with us, we have to count the lines on the face of the moon, we have to smell the flowers and not just the flowers but also the smell of the green grass on which we lie hugging each other....gazing at the darkness, reading those invisible signs of yesterday, today and tomorrow. And then move on together or on our separate roads....because each crossroad gives us the choice to walk together or pick up different roads. I know you will say all this but Nomad I become restless at times....unlike you I have not broken my trappings 100%.
I am using Mary's words....or something on those lines for I too believe that to walk with another human being on life's journey is a courageous endeavor. Many go on for they had been conditioned to go on or for comfort zone. But the decision to walk is a brave one; for the road is often paved with unforeseen obstacles. Yet we walk drawing from each and drawn by love, passion and joy. It feeds us, leads us. The path may be undefined or unclear and who will know this better but us the Gypsy and Nomads because we choose undefined, unwritten paths. Still, we tread on, mindful of where that other person is, should they need or want us to walk next to them. And many times we realise that it is time to bid adieu and head down to road not taken. Nomad, you have been with me often for long times and sometimes just for a heartbeat...I thank you....but we are mirrors...do not go away for long else where will I see my face, where will the words come from.
I have brought myself from Africa and as souvenirs some love and pain too....I need your words now to express them. Write to me....touch my soul.