<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668413522131868307</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:24:35.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gipsydreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gipsydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2668413522131868307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gipsydreamer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gipsydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777385392483493849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9NY7CKMf1w/SRvqQ_XmpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zy4C7tb2aZk/S220/nudedreams.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668413522131868307.post-755281543434189243</id><published>2008-12-01T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:14:27.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>present and past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the feelings that are evoked when present collides with the past is rather peculiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your vision struggles to gain perspective like an automatic camera unable to focus on a subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; your heart pounds and your head feels very far away from your feet&lt;br /&gt;you begin to giggle uncontrollably even though you don't really find it very funny&lt;br /&gt;you are in fact terrified&lt;br /&gt;it's like you're dreaming of an old memory when people from the present just walk in.&lt;br /&gt;you know it's not right, yet you cannot grasp it in your dream&lt;br /&gt;you feel as if any moment you'll wake up from the disturbing moment&lt;br /&gt;but you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is reality as trippy and surreal as it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at my old house from my childhood with my present boyfriend holding my hand...&lt;br /&gt; he can't really be here? can he?&lt;br /&gt;the house looks exactly the same even though it's been 14 years since i've been here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my mind finally manages to gain focus, and with it the dream like state begins to fade&lt;br /&gt;i'm ok with this i convince myself&lt;br /&gt;my lover by my side, supporting and loving me for who i am right now&lt;br /&gt;and my old house, holding so many wonderful childhood  memories&lt;br /&gt;yet it's not the house that holds the memories........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk to the front door a little timidly&lt;br /&gt;now i begin to see some of the changes.. of another existence here&lt;br /&gt;yet the beautiful stained glass double front doors are still here&lt;br /&gt;i knock on the door, quietly excited on what may happen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a woman answers the door with children in toe&lt;br /&gt;she is stand offish by the interruption...&lt;br /&gt;i politely explain that i used to live at this house 14 years ago and i haven't been back in my home town since then... i was visiting and thought i'd pass by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stand nodding at each other for a while, my boyfriend and i all smiles..&lt;br /&gt;will she invite us in?&lt;br /&gt;she does, finally&lt;br /&gt;and what do we find...?&lt;br /&gt;a small dark corridor&lt;br /&gt;much smaller than i remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk passed my room and my sisters...&lt;br /&gt;somehow it doesn't feel right to look in there&lt;br /&gt;so we keep heading into the lounge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the polished floorboards are all covered up in drab grey carpets....&lt;br /&gt;where is the beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lounge is also dark, filled with smoke and two men lounging on couches watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;i think they gave us a grunt of recognition..?&lt;br /&gt;was this room really this small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the wall where we had a lovely fireplace is now covered from floor to ceiling with old style pendulum ticking clocks... i can't bear to make eye contact with my lover....&lt;br /&gt;is this real?&lt;br /&gt;have we stepped into a David Lynch film?&lt;br /&gt;all the clocks tick tock tick tock... the fireplace has been replaced by a modern heater...&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room seems to be shrinking the longer i stay in it...&lt;br /&gt;i feel suffocated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't look to my brother's old room, or the study, or my mother's room..&lt;br /&gt;i keep walking into the play room, giving a courteous glance into the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;my smile feeling more and more strained&lt;br /&gt;is this really our old house?&lt;br /&gt;where is all the light? the love? the happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head out the side door into the garden away from the heavy energy&lt;br /&gt;outside there is relief yet 7 years of drought has left the garden dry and neglected&lt;br /&gt;it too seems small....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i continue walking to the back of the house&lt;br /&gt;a place my siblings and i spent hours playing all sorts of fun games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman has slowly warmed to us, realising we mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;she remembers seeing some prints in the cement near the back door...&lt;br /&gt;and there, the sweetest thing to see&lt;br /&gt;now it is all worth being here&lt;br /&gt;nestled near the wall is a tiny footprint of a toddler and underneath the print is written Rhea&lt;br /&gt;my name smiles back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was here,... this was my home&lt;br /&gt;next to it are paw prints of a cat and nearby some more hand prints yet with no name&lt;br /&gt;probably my brother and sister's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'it's good to put a name to a foot!'&lt;br /&gt;the woman exclaims&lt;br /&gt;warmth fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gaze at the footprints and smile&lt;br /&gt;this is why i was meant to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i still can feel the dark vibe inside the house. i feel renewed.  we walk back the way we'd come and bid goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is their house now&lt;br /&gt;we head back to the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had felt like i'd been invaded when we first walked in and still it lingered while we drove off&lt;br /&gt;the house that i had lived in was open and warm&lt;br /&gt;the house we'd just visited was their house&lt;br /&gt;it was how they chose to live and i had to accept that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always cherish my memories of childhood&lt;br /&gt;i am so appreciative of growing up in a small country town&lt;br /&gt;yet i am so grateful that our family moved when they did and that i now live elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lover gave my hand a little reasurring squeeze&lt;br /&gt;he is my reality now and i feel honoured to have shared such an absurd adventure with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bridged time&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2668413522131868307-755281543434189243?l=gipsydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9NY7CKMf1w/SRvqQ_XmpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zy4C7tb2aZk/S220/nudedreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668413522131868307.post-5405749526075325563</id><published>2008-11-26T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T03:56:37.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free from cyber land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;it's been over a week since i last blogged away.... and why?&lt;br /&gt;well..... i was out in the country away from internet for five days.... so that's physically why..&lt;br /&gt;then i started work at a new job and so have been very preoccupied with that... so that's mentally why...&lt;br /&gt;also these last couple of days.. i just forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so really there's so much to write, i'm not sure where to begin&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tired after another day of absorbing new information and learning new things from work that i don't really have the energy to furiously type away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's some points to elaborate on when i come back tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returning to my old home town after 12 years....&lt;br /&gt;fear, curiosity, appreciation, , happiness, fond memories, shock, repulsion, confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rennaissance festival...&lt;br /&gt;cold, relaxing, fun, reunions, party, hail, laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work...&lt;br /&gt;anticipation, overwhelming, interesting, challenging, frustration, tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me delve more deeply in these experiences tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in the balmy breeze caressing my body i will surrender to dream land zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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land'/><author><name>gipsydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777385392483493849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9NY7CKMf1w/SRvqQ_XmpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zy4C7tb2aZk/S220/nudedreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668413522131868307.post-1195249815032068178</id><published>2008-11-17T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:25:18.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freedom flowing while there is no knowing of what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt; or above or inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who's there? i ask&lt;br /&gt;and where's that? they say...&lt;br /&gt;is it in the reflections of the puddles of rain that sheen the roads mimicking the sky?&lt;br /&gt;is it is the sky which falls on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;how many questions we can ask and yet will many ever be answered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it depends who you're asking&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you're the one who really knows deep inside what the truth is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fun it is to play dominoes with the demons as they cackle away&lt;br /&gt;and skim upon the surface of our lives like an ice skater&lt;br /&gt;but if we can crack the surface slick with rain, we can dive in and explore the many pools of life below&lt;br /&gt;then we won't need to ask 'who is there'&lt;br /&gt;as we'll meet them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2668413522131868307-1195249815032068178?l=gipsydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9NY7CKMf1w/SRvqQ_XmpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zy4C7tb2aZk/S220/nudedreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668413522131868307.post-6720112682037160127</id><published>2008-11-16T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:59:48.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chilled air and pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the wind has brought back winter&lt;br /&gt;chilling my bones as we cycle along the streets&lt;br /&gt;though warmth is near, inside with wine&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrumptious&lt;/span&gt;  pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so enjoy the crisp air and snuggle up in bed all cosy&lt;br /&gt;with a belly full of pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamtime is near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pizza'/><author><name>gipsydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777385392483493849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9NY7CKMf1w/SRvqQ_XmpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zy4C7tb2aZk/S220/nudedreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668413522131868307.post-7203252398976100405</id><published>2008-11-14T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:04:18.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>agapantha secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;they grow like weeds, running rampant in native bushland&lt;br /&gt;so it's time to channel Kali and dance with the beats of the destroyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a time to bring this event into reality while we sip champagne and gaze at the hilly view&lt;br /&gt;the sun still shines in the morning light bathing the hillside in a warm glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of bellbirds whooping float up the hill while children run around with the dogs; barks and giggles following their tussles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we'll just skip the gardening and jump in the spa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2668413522131868307-7203252398976100405?l=gipsydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gipsydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7203252398976100405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2668413522131868307&amp;postID=7203252398976100405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;darkness, holey darkness&lt;br /&gt;won't you give us some wisdom tonight?&lt;br /&gt;so the man sings as he journeys through the void of space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the full moon blessed me with the womanliness reminder of what we can create in our wombs&lt;br /&gt;pain grips my insides...yearning to create&lt;br /&gt;i glory in the thought that 'sacred life has come to play'&lt;br /&gt;professor wang relieved the pain and gave me sunshine today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man sings of the darkness.....he also sings of the sacred woman&lt;br /&gt;i listen to his sweet soothing voice&lt;br /&gt;he says, woman sensitive, woman emotional... is your strength not your weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in times of pain and sadness i rise&lt;br /&gt;i feel the power of creation in my womb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel the sacred goddess and give thanks for the singing man for bringing attention to such a beautiful and mysterious part of my existence......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2668413522131868307-6820520648026702825?l=gipsydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gipsydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6820520648026702825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2668413522131868307&amp;postID=6820520648026702825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2668413522131868307/posts/default/6820520648026702825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2668413522131868307/posts/default/6820520648026702825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gipsydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/holey-darkness.html' title='holey darkness'/><author><name>gipsydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777385392483493849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9NY7CKMf1w/SRvqQ_XmpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zy4C7tb2aZk/S220/nudedreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668413522131868307.post-449525132666251493</id><published>2008-11-13T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:08:24.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thrashing rain gushing down outside, all around.  just like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the wind has blown the sweltering heat out the door and in comes the cool rain......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what relief it brings, like finally allowing the tears to flow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dance around I say! dance in the glory of the life giving goodness of sweet rain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;today is the first of a month of daily rambles.  i feel excited and a little nervous for the challenge of openly sharing my stream of consciousness with so many beings through cyber space.  hearing the rain outside guides me to type away.  the full moon rising guides me through my heart to know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so i give recognition to another full cycle of the moon blessing our land.  i can't see you moon, yet i can feel you, pulsing through my body, connecting my womb to your cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tonight i make my own reflections.. and what surfaces for me as the full moon beams in Taurus?  I feel I too am transiting worlds. i feel present yet am aware of the challenges and new discoveries to come.  dearest moon i celebrate your full beauty and as you go through your own cycle, so do i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2668413522131868307-449525132666251493?l=gipsydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gipsydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/449525132666251493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2668413522131868307&amp;postID=449525132666251493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2668413522131868307/posts/default/449525132666251493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2668413522131868307/posts/default/449525132666251493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gipsydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/moon-bright.html' title='Moon bright'/><author><name>gipsydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777385392483493849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9NY7CKMf1w/SRvqQ_XmpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zy4C7tb2aZk/S220/nudedreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
