I call this site Confessions of a Gypsy Girl for a reason. Ive been a wanderer most of my life. I have not found home yet. I have been content to be a globetrotter, and I would not say I am rootless…my heart is firmly at home in Minnesota and I am not there. I… Read More Transitions

In the snow trees sleep under their blankets of white and All is silent. Softly the snow falls in lazy spiraling dance in the blue black night I sit in the darkness savoring serenity.


Tonight a snow is falling that calls for stillness. There is no wind so it is falling straight down. I stand outside in it looking up feeling soft flakes caress my face and noting as I stand that the flakes that land on my gloved hands are tiny miracles of fractal art. No two are… Read More Snow


A single candle flickers as I walk the path wending round bends in the dark while hidden figures block entrances of places I am not meant to explore The wind shifts suddenly and I find myself on the shore of an endless sea, waves agitating upon the sands shifting and I struggle feet sinking so… Read More Future

The lake

(Image by In my mind I can see her; endless and blue, blue expanse to the horizon where the pale blue of the water meets the sky in a darker navy blue line. She is placid when I think of her, still and clear like a mirror. On the day I think of her… Read More The lake