This is where we dream...

Outside our little white cottage, thunder is a roaring giant that has just stepped down from his palace somewhere up in the sky... I hear him approaching and my heart leaps with joy... I am a chickadee fluffing up her feathers under the rain... I am a jolly creature of the rains...

Whilst my little white nest, bright and breeze, sits under a spell...

I want to tell these giant Thunder that I'm happy to see him again; happy to see him tread allover my garden, as it water it down to perfection and suppleness and lushness and welcoming wholesomeness....

Inside, my little shelter feels cozy and wonderfully clean... clean, because I spent a few hours this morning tidying it up just to see magic unfolding and making my little cottage feels just the way I like it to feel...

Fairy lights are turn on...

The scent of honeysuckle and lilacs wafting from the plug in fragrance wax warmer night light spread throughout the house is yet another treat for the senses.... 

Freshly cut roses from the gardens 

Brought in just before the storm showed up...

 Turmeric smoothie for lunch today

Turmeric Smoothie

Serves: 1

Ingredients

1 cup almond milk

½ cup frozen pineapple or mango chunks

1 fresh banana

1 tablespoon coconut oil

½ - 1 teaspoon turmeric

½ teaspoon cinnamon

½ teaspoon ginger

1 teaspoon chia seeds

Instructions:

Add all ingredients into your Magic Bullet blender and process until smooth. Try to drink this smoothie in the morning before you have anything to eat. It’s a solid way to start your day and pack your body full of antioxidants.

Then, after the gentle giant who brought down the rains returned to his castle somewhere up the clouds, I went out to the garden...  to see what I could find there...

My little world outside is bathed in deep greens,
and the woods is a dark, mysterious world.  

It's atmosphere possesses this memento of yesterday that clings to my soul... a feeling of days I've never lived, yet are deeply carved into my soul... 

A dim tint of mystery and green days and fairytales untold...  

Rain also raises up ghosts....  I hear them all the time singing quiet songs in the woods after the rains, or hear them weeping as the sun sets in the horizon later on.  

Life in the woods, never at rest, flows through it....

There is a message stirring up in the breezes... written in the language of birds they say... It's beckoning.... summoning us to believe.  Should we dare?  Dare not?  Oh breath in the magic.... let your worries go... and for a moment or two, let joy fill your soul... embrace it, keep it, make it yours to stay.

Thank you for coming here my friends...

See you soon.... Cielo

On the road in our Gypsy Caravan

It is so hot, that the air that comes out of my mouth is a blaze from a dragon's throat... am I dreaming? at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but maybe... somehow.... did I turn into some scaled, reptilian creature with two legs and two wings? 

That's how hot it is... but a blessed, wonderful breeze is blowing, and it is making me happy, and it is making the trees happy too.  I can see arms-branches swaying to the songs sang by supple green leaves... bringing fresh wonders and thankfulness to light in the skies...

We decided to park our gypsy caravan up among the trees this time...

Oh we didn't have to climb up here oh no...  it is just that the space we chose to camp is located on a high plateau topping the crests of trees...

So our windows and balconies are within reaching distance from the canopies... 

Our gypsy caravan is situated in a somewhat narrow space, not too comfortable to move around when cooking, etc... but perfect for a night's repose up high among the trees and thus partially hidden away from the stares of nearby campers, which, if I may say so, are always way too close for our liking...

We have discovered that camping around here it really does compromise your privacy...  people are practically on top of you; the campgrounds being extremely close to each other... we have tried some beautiful National Parks and the activities are great, but the sites are so cramped....  unfortunately, we have yet to find a place that has secluded sites.

If you ask me, I prefer boondocking like we used to do up North, with maybe two or three families scattered somewhat near you, so you won't feel completely isolated in some remote, wilderness location, but never too close.  

Beautiful natural surroundings, quiet locations... privacy privacy privacy, and just few rules, with no need for reservations or check-out times.... free, remote, wilderness far from civilization, with only few neighbors....  those are my preferences...  but I'm determined to enjoy our moments here...

I selected some pretty greenery from our lush surroundings and made some lovely bouquets to adorn our gypsy camper with... 

It never cease to amaze me... the simple beauty brought by any type and size of greenery in a pretty vase. We tend to forget that leaves, just as much as flowers, can look quite stunning in an arrangement...

Then, I proceeded to hung up all the pretty gypsy veils 'round my gypsy quarters...

I'm thinking turquoise, emerald green, blush pink, faded red and tarnished golds... let’s indulge our wildest gypsy fantasies!

And make gypsy headpieces...

Veils, tiaras and hair wreaths in itty bitty flowers from the fields are perfect for special occasions such as playing and dreaming in your gypsy caravan...

And jewelry too.... lots of it!  

In tarnished gold, silver, adorned with colorful stones, the biggest, dangliest chandelier earrings and armfuls of jingling, jangling bangles...

Fields and gypsy caravans of course

Bright colors in the gypsy kitchen

Blogging in my girly gypsy quarters too! ;)

After I finished adorning our nest and playing around a bit, I headed down to the lake to see what my lover the fisherman was up to...

I found him fishing alone under that frank openness of sky and space, and in that moment...

my little heart became a butterfly
in such tenderness and true love...

Til my body is dust

'til my soul is no more

I will love you, love you

'Til the sun starts to cry

and the moon turns to rust

I will love you, love you

But I need to know - will you stay for all

time...forever and a day

Then I'll give my heart 'til the end of all

time...forever and a day

'Til the storms fill my eyes

and we touch the last time

I will love you, love you

I will love you, love you...

(Fisher - I will love you)

There's a magical tree planted in the lake where our gypsy caravan is... I see it dancing in green feathery tutus under enchanted breezes and my soul spins with it, in ballerina dreams... 

The roots of this tree drink from the balm of life of murky waters... it lives in waters, but its heart subsists in air.   That's how I see it.

Then I left the dock and went back to our camp to prepare dinner...

Pasta fagioli with vegetarian tofu sausage for dinner...

The Fisherman loves pasta!

...and of course, we do have to have our cup of hazelnut caramel latte 

sitting among the trees

sipping it slowly with contented hearts...

"a la puesta del sol"

Down in that jungle down there I hear some unidentified creature foraging for food among the dried leaves... I try to locate where the sound is coming from, and what's making it, but can't seem to figure it out... I then like to imagine that we're in some jungle somewhere and that the mysterious sounds I hear are the crash of small branches under the weight of some wild animal, and the clatter and swish of monkeys in their habitat, but they're really just squirrels...

Soon the sky would grow darker, it will get painted sapphire on cerulean one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night, but by then we will be cozying up in the comfortable nest of our gypsy caravan....

Reading books and magazines by the light of headlights
as we try to identify the sounds of wild animals outside as they coo, screech and chatter.

Well, I hope you enjoyed our little gypsy escapade... 

and I hope you didn't find this post a little too long or a little too boring... 

we certainly had a lot of fun!

See you all soon!

Cielo

Cottage love - a rainy day

I love those awesome, mystic days full of mystery and excitement when the sky turns dark and low and the woods behind our gardens becomes a jewel of deep greens and dark as a fairytale.  Thunderstorms days...

I hear the music of rain on the roof... the scent of wet soil rising up from the ground tickles my senses.  My soul is a bouquet of enchantment... 

I'd turn on little lights here and there, candles, sweet dimmed lights of lamps over here.  Like a bird on a rainy day, in our master room I'd find my nest..  I'd draw in the curtains for a cozy feeling, but leave the blinds behind them open to maximize light.  The white curtains against the backdrop of the white walls offer a clean, fresh milieu for a serene moment in time...

Yes, today I'm enjoying cozying up in our little white nest... this is love, love, the comfort of home, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe, being just who I am without having to measure words, abilities, knowledge, thoughts, but just pouring them all right out from the heart...

"I had rather be shut up in a very modest cottage with my books, my family and a few old friends, dining on simple bacon, and letting the world roll on as it liked, than to occupy the most splendid post, which any human power can give.” (Thomas Jefferson)

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