Wednesday, October 8, 2008

my gypsy soul

from as far back as i can remember i have felt the pull of the road. i have always dreamed of leaving....even as a small child. i don't know what pulls at me or where i'm supposed to end up....the feeling's just always been there. i suppose i was born with a gypsy soul. i've never been content to stay in one place for too long.'s like a lover's whisper in my ear....beaconing me to some far away place..... high up into the hear the waves crashing on the shore.....across the sea to all the wonders that await there....i've thought of all these places of late with a longing so keen that it aches. "there is something in october sets the gypsy blood astir, we must rise and follow her; when from every hill of flame, she calls and calls each vagabond by name." - william bliss carman


Debbie said...

I think I may have found a gypsy sister. I can so relate to how you feel. By the way thanks for stopping by my blog and you have some great blogs might I add I will bookmark you so I can come back there is a lot I want to take a closer look at. Deb

lola said...

Thanks, now I know I'm not the only one that feels like that. It's always in the Fall.

Carla said...

I can't EVEN ALLOW myself to lean toward wanderlust, too much stuff, too much moving!! (HOWEVER maybe a little exploring wouldn't hurt?)