In the gypsy camp...

Oh good evening!  I'm so happy to see you here... do please roam in and settle by the campfire of our Gypsy Camp! 

It is hot, humid and very crowded, but at night the moon glanced down between the giants under whom green boughs rested our gypsy tents… and comes the sun what a wonderful place for viewing wildlife… white-tailed deer, black bears, raccoons, turkeys, woodchucks, and more… all in a place beautifully covered by beautiful dense forests.

What a challenge it was the 11-mile one way road on our bicycles… and again, wonderful, and refreshing and one of the best opportunities to encountered a real life bear… so close I could had touch him had I wanted to… but nay.  Captured forever within the lenses of memories, I fleet.

Amazing views of rolling hills and green fertile valleys…  

Touring the 19th century home sites where the emptied log houses once stood alive with families and life was less than reading a few chapter of yesterdays, and rather, a melancholy, yet glorious way of reviving that past… a past it did not belong to me, and yet in a way, it felt so particular and personal, it made me shivered… I could imagined the family seating by the fire after a simple dinner, outside the fireflies illuminating the premises and in the morning the laugh of children playing in the green surroundings… and perhaps, I was, after all, walking in another life?  A life paralleled to my present one?  If not, I like to think it that way.  

In the quietness of the old quite little church we worshiped… two souls and the Holly One… and at the sound of our quiet prayer the sound of wings—the furtive flight of a bird in the vessel which held us, and which for a fraction of time worshiped next to us, emulating our devoutness… what a glorious moment that was.

 And round our gypsy camp… 

Beardy musicians and preposterous mustached ladies and bush craft experts and fortune tellers and sellers of magic amulets, while you… oh you wandering and wondering… letting your spirits out and the magic in, indulging in spell-making, and bird watching and oh oh… 

 Discovering fragments of dinosaur bones too!

Campfire cooking… no matter how spectacular the scenery, meals around the campfire are often the highlight of our days...

Good company… pleasant moments…

In the gypsy tent where gypsies gather and love is a little bird fluttering about…

The man’s cave, all white and simple.

 The gypsy kitchen…

This is supposed to be our dinning table inside the camper, but we always always end up eating our meals outside. This table is then our reading room, where every evening after we settle in for the day we spend hours reading, or watching a movie while enjoying a cup of hot cocoa until finally sleep conquer us...

Yesterday, just before that moment when the first shadows recaptures the day’s light into its embrace, the sun decided to shine straight upon my niche, making everything there shine with a magical light... how very enchanting the moment was… 

 

Shadows finally giving way to the balmy night…

Sleeping in the forest among vermilion veils and threads of gold… 

Truly magical!

I thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets

full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,

nothing between me and the white fire of the stars

but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths

among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms

breathing around me, the insects,

and the birds who do their work in the darkness.

All night I rose and fell, as if in water,

grappling with a luminous doom. By morning

I had vanished at least a dozen times

into something better.

(from Sleeping In The Forest by Mary Oliver)

Good night every one
Hope you enjoyed your little trip
to our gypsy camp
see you next time!