Well first of all, because I can! lol... And secondly because I need something to do with myself. So, I decided to post the latest of what I have been posting on DeviantArt. If you are ever interested in seeing everything I've every done poetry wise I can send you the link to my dA account. Just ask.
Anyway, last night was pretty cool, in-spite of the depression and the bullshit I am trying to deal with. You know how it goes. Anyway, I went to a Gypsy Festival that was being held here in B-ton. It was AWESOME!! I loved it! Even though Ryan hated it. Lol, at least I didn't try to take Donnie along, he would've gotten a bunch of peace-loving hippies to give up being peace loving long enough to kill us! lol.
SO my poem, "The Gypsy" that I just posted was inspired by my experiences last night. It was so cool! There were so many interesting things to see!
There was a fire dance, tarot card readings and coffee ground readings, jewelry and the softest hemp clothing I've ever seen and/or felt. One woman had a scrying mirror (apparently scrying is where you concentrate on the mirror and then ask it a question, supposedly the mirror will give you the answer), that I would've purchased if I'd had the money... She gave me some fossils and a geode for good energy.
The music was entrancing for me, like stepping into a different time and a different place, not just some alley behind the Runcible Spoon (the restaurant that was hosting the festival). It was as if the music was taking hold of me, sinking in deeper than my bones and deeper than my soul, God it was powerful! I don't know about you, but I love it when the drums are pounding and there is a only a hint of other music playing, that tribal and animal kind of music, it brings out the predator in me, not a bad kind of predator, but the animal part of myself that wants to keep dancing and swaying to the music and never stop. It was AMAZING!
I couldn't afford to get my fortune told, which was kind of saddening. I wanted to get my tarot done, because I've never done it before. That is probably because I am a rebillious soul and Wes would've had a heart attack if he was still any part of my life. I can't help that I want to experience what there is to experience in life. There are so many things to see, to do, to hear, to express! Why limit myself to only one type of experience when there are so many to be had?
Over all it was a great experience and I hope they do it again, because I would love to go! And maybe my jewelry could be a part of it this next time? *shrug* Who knows! I am open to the world and I will not be held back!
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