Some days I wonder what it would be like to live the life of a gypsy. That’s right – a gypsy. I’m not talking about the modern-age “traveler” that you see on TLC’s “My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding” but the real, traditional gypsy.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a caravan. A quaint, little space that took me all over, wherever my heart led me to. I would be surrounded by flickering candles, warm lanterns, and smooth, rich wood.
Inside my caravan, you would find all things welcoming. Bright colors, intricate beading, plush pillows and throw blankets.
And lastly, I would adorn myself with layer upon layer of soft, billowy fabric; with the intricate beading and lots of jewels.
But, aside from all the colors and textures and bold richness, I’d have that overwhelming sense of freedom.
I could go wherever the wind would take me.
And, as soon as my time was done in one place, it would be on to the next.
There, I could learn and rediscover all those little simplicities in life.
I’d find peace within my soul and peace within the little caravan I called “home.”
Those things within my four little walls – the plush pillows, the fuzzy blankets, the glowing lanterns – they would all remain the same while everything on the outside changed.
I’m sure as I traveled to new places, I’d collect things along the way.
Things to remind me of where I’ve been and where I’ve yet to go.
“We are all wanderers on this earth.
Our hearts are full of wonder, and our souls are deep with dreams.”
-Gypsy Saying
