In the Gypsy Caravan

This weekend we dusted up our Gypsy Caravan and hit the road for the first time after our move and new life in the South… Over the fields up the mountains we rode, making new memories as we went. 

Blankets, wool socks and fussy warm pjs were left untouched in their drawers, still holding in them all the memories collected along the snowy fields and high forest of the past—mountains, and valleys and fields unpolluted and fresh and washed free of all the heaviness caused by humidity and the stabbing of killer mosquitoes of the South… what a huge difference from what we were used to. 

The beauty found in Nature and in which the spirit nurtures and grow, it is nevertheless the same, if not lovelier here.. and one might think that the atmosphere is made out of raindrops and blue butterflies, and trees and clouds and skies are the shrine where the soul finds the perpetual presence of the Invisible… 

We surfed above the clouds 

And down we came full of awe and hearts beating with faith and praises to the Creator of all beauty and goodness.  

Making note as we went down of everything we saw and felt and tasted and listed to... 

Oh it is so good for the soul to see deeply.

Then later, food prepared by gentle hard-working hands...

Displayed on a lovely table setting where wildflowers were never a reckless lavishness…

 Discovering Nature's trails in the afternoon...

And inside the Gypsy Wagon hot during the day

yet ever so cozy 

with books and favorite magazines a plenty...

We are now back in the comfort of our little white cottage 

Music from the wind plays outside through the trees 

Leaves rustle in night breezes

Nature's symphony of songs that set us free.

I am contented and grateful for big and small blessings. 

Thank you for being here my friend

Hope you enjoyed our little trip!