It seems now like a dream that I actually went swimming in Charleston yesterday when today in Greenville the temperature feels like Autumn. My body is saying follow the warmth.
As I look around this bedroom I'm occupying, the floor is lined with my belongings which need to be weeded through again for the umpteenth time. I want to re-evaluate what I have and lighten my load some more before the nomad me hits the road again.
Yes, I am a gypsy.
A free spirit trusting the unknown
following my inner wisdom instinct
step-by-step, breath-by-breath.
Tis my new chapter of life, my new rhythm.
Where to next? For how long?
A gypsy never knows
only flows...
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