of change were struggling to free
themselves once again. She knew
been too long in one place. The roots
of that place were starting to wrap
themselves around her being, pulling
and tugging at her once more.
She knew it was time.
Moving on meant transformation. It meant
leaving possessions, friends and
sometimes family. She was no stranger
to farewells. And, with each move,she
knew she was leaving a part of
Even though painful, she knew that once
again she must pull back her shoulders,
as if she were an obedient soldier.
She then must wrap the blanket of
memories around her and begin her journey
as she had done so many times before.
She knew she was Gypsy Moon, strong,
vibrant, resilient and constant.
She must begin...again.