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Because I keep getting lost in the Land of Busy, and this place, this space, keeps waiting, ever so patiently, for me to offer it a bit of attention. And each day I tell myself that this will be the day I get caught up, or get that thing accomplished, or this other thing started. And then it is bedtime and reading is my solace, and even that can’t keep my eyes open as long as I would hope.

The lawn (read: weeds) is slowly turning green and I feel myself slipping into spring clothes and bare feet, even though it’s still too early. Naughty kitten is in the same mode: deceived by the sunshine, he steps outside, but wants back in just minutes later when he realizes it’s not as warm as it looks.

A robin lands on the hydrangea bush outside my window that’s still dry and bare and brittle, and we stare at each other for a moment before she flies off with a bit of stem or grass for her nest, and I want to fly with her.

My gypsy spirit is tired of being shackled to a desk, a room, a ceiling. I want to run, to dance, catch fireflies at dusk. And then I remind myself to be grateful for the roof over my head, the nest I have, the garden I’ve grown. And of course, I am. Grateful.

But a gypsy spirit cares nothing for the rules of reputation, social graces, polite custom. She cares only for her freedom, and she fights me for it, daily. Mostly, I prevail. Only because necessity makes me stronger. But some days, no matter how hard I try, she wrestles my arm down until my wrist hits the table.

And then she dances, already on her way out the door.

I never tell her that every so often, I let her win.





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  • d smith kaich jones April 18, 2014 at 10:03 am

    soon. fireflies and summer nights. gypsy can feel it itching against the inside of her skin. xoxo

  • Donna@Gardens Eye View April 18, 2014 at 2:22 pm

    It is wonderful when we can let that gypsy out…with my retirement I am blessed to let her take over more and more

  • Kathryn Dyche Dechairo April 18, 2014 at 3:06 pm

    I love that you let her win . . . sometimes dancing is the best tonic.

  • Anyes - Far Away in the Sunshine April 18, 2014 at 11:41 pm

    You are so wise to let her win 🙂

  • Maery Rose April 19, 2014 at 7:34 am

    I know this Land of Busy and the battle fought with a gypsy spirit you’ve so beautifully expressed.



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