The Gypsy Amore

2012-01-08T19:27:00.000-08:00

did anybody catch a glimpse of Santa this Christmas??

2012-01-08T00:08:00.001-08:00

What a blessing our bus is! Made by 'wind gray ghost' who lived in it in north idaho for 9 or so years, it is comfortable as can be! Still hauling jugs of water in everyday, we need to get aquality water hose to fill the tank (and making sure it didna.crack open in the two year of unuse... Wish us luck...*^-^*

2012-01-08T00:03:00.001-08:00

Don't worry about us, folks, even though the thermometer drops outside, it stays a cozy 63degrees in our bus, ''dreamcatcher''

2011-09-28T12:48:00.000-07:00

This picture should speak for itself....

As of right now, we have NO IDEA of the whereabouts of our two baby children. Lila is three and Eldon is two.
Taken by my Dad and stepmom in Southern California
almost a year ago, have since moved somewhere in the
panhandle of Idaho, and they wont disclose their whereabouts.

They won't return messages online, and won't give an
address so we can at least give them thier clothes and
toys, won't let us visit or talk to the children. Our hearts
are breaking! everyday goes by, and we miss them,
we discover new things and they miss that!

I want justice! this is not fair. We are seeking legal
assistance as we speak, so please, friends, keep us in your
happy thoughts and prayers of positive meditation.

Lila and Eldon, we will not rest until you are back safe
home with us, free to explore and live happy....

our Lila

2011-09-28T10:11:00.000-07:00

This is Lila, at age 2, arleady wants to play music! I can see her
as an accomplisher singer-songwriter. (With the proper motivation, that is)
This picture was taken in our bus on the one visit that my dad allowed us.

RV LIFE WITH CHILDREN

2011-09-26T13:36:00.000-07:00

This blog entry as response to a call for the "blogging carnival" through Families On the Road (FOTR)

What I have found through some of my life experiences, Is that greater family ties are created through travelling together with your children. When you live in close proximity to your family, and participate together in activities, the bond of family togetherness is stronger.
What I have discovered in America, however is a lack of structured activities geared towards healthy peer relationships for the children. When we would go into a town, or a place to camp/boondock/park for a while, especially the local children, would beleager the kids, to feel bad for travelling, like "I want you for my friend, and I want you to never leave" kind of thing. This type of guilt is unnessesary, and wasteful of emotions and time, creating painful situations. Not to say that these emotions are not good, or nessesary, but It is important to have friends growing up, I feel, although it was something I myself did not have too much of, finding that solitude in the creeks, and reading books, running and playing by myself were not a problem.

I believe that a solution that I would lke to see, is a travelling intentional community, with the purpose of travelling with family, and basing it around the principles and needs of the children, would be the finest example of "Life on the road" perfected.
To live the right to "roamschool" (ha ha, how do you like that?) collectivly, helping each other earn a living and sharing management skills, teaching each other rules of the road, something like what I've read about some of the old world Gypsie families, pulling together to lease lots to stay for a month or a season at a time, sharing recipes, perhaps even pulling together an entertainment show, a "travelling circus" that could even help everyone involved make a living. I know that if I had this option, it would make life alot easier.

(I just read one of the blogs, fulltime families)
and they encountered a whole season of discriminatory behavior from a lesser-understanding society.
So difficult when you have children, especially if those "discriminates" are busybodies that have the phone number to child protection agencies (which I hope none of you ever haveto encounter, but if you do, you do NOT have to agree to let them in your door, we ARE protected by the fourth amendment "rights to travel" and we DO have the right to ASSEMBLE anywhere, What I question, is do we have the right to live a life of "impermanance" such as what our travelling full time ensues, but if we collaborated, for real, then those that want to start living "on the road" who own property, could "timeshare" with those who want to pull off for a time, Anyone interested should look up "Irish Travellers Association" they have organized somewhat.

I would say that the best way to organize is without the governments "permission" because we don't need it, we already have the rights we want, we just have to organize under the umbrella of a "CORPORATION" perhaps, especially one that entertains the public. This would propel our children towards a more meaningful life, and we could group together to homeschool (or more specifically, ROAMSCHOOL) our children, and they could build lifelong relationships with each other, without the judgements incrued from the settlers. Thank you for listening to my opinion, Alice "Rosie hips"

SEPTEMBER

2011-09-25T13:43:00.000-07:00

September finds us ushering in the cooler weather of Autumn, the last days of extreme summer heat on a pass, our music more perfected, more dreams created, a few more friends, a few more questions yet unanswered, while some mysteries solved.

The dilemas of a traveller more unfolded, as a hunger grows in us to be more established, as musicians, as a family, how about garden fresh food? We are facing again the prospect of applying for food stamps, I guess, the only alternative to spending the money we make on good food., when we need such things as insurance, and funds to buy plywood to build a bunk in the back of the bus.

I am finding a huge interest from locals in the skills I have, sewing and crocheting and such, it seems as if there is truly recycling around a good conciousness of hand crafted , homespun things.

Also more good news... if we stay where we are, there is a good prospect of musical work this winter at "blues n' brews" starting in November, but I am concerned about wintering here.
Where is here? you ask, we are in Moscow, Idaho. It is a good a place as any, I suppose. Although the charitable services that I see are bound up in strict religious protocol, which I have been battling as far as the "morality" of the issue. Not that I ever WANT to ask for help from a service. I would rather not, and instead make the ends meet on my own. But I see that there are folks beside ourselves that sometimes need assistance, and there is none for them. Which brings me to a point, do I fight for the right to change things, from my own knowledge of need, to also help others in thier troubling times? or do I just keep moving on, to do something else that perhaps needs done? Such is the dilema in the life of a Gypsy.

We just got to experience something fun, a SCA event, a historically accurate(with creative liscence) teachings and demonstrations of swordplay, archery, wool crafting, (such as spinning, weaving, carding and braiding) foods as would have been prepared in the middle ages YUM!!! someone made these delish plum muffins, and if you've never had a "t'arte D' brie" then you are miising out. Then there is the ageless scottish shortbrtead cookies, that will never fail. and although I am predominatly Vegetarian, I have been known to sample various home-grown meats, and the winner of the "ode to good cookery" contest took the prize with a medievil islamic grilled lamb recipe, crisp and delishous, the lamb was not gamey, or muttony at all. I felt at home with these folks who wear handmade clothing, set up canvas tents, eat off of wooden bowls, and recreate a way of life that was much simpler, yet more exstrenuous as far as mental and physical input is concerned.

So this is my mid-september update, when I get my camera returned to me, then you can expect photos, and I plan on visiting all my children, so I will share thier lives with you, as well. Have a great week, and thank you to those of you interested enough to comment, I appreciate your moral support.

JUNE-JULY-AUGUST

2011-09-02T21:40:00.000-07:00

We took a long time to get from central California to Washington this year, travelling along the coast and enjoying the sights that they route always has to offer. The places that we liked the best were the Santa Cruz mountains, but much else was pretty much a blur, after losing the battle with the law over our kids, life hasnt seen like much , and nothing is really worth doing of much happiness, and I feel now that my soul has pretty much been givin up to some kind of sport for the devil to try to make me loose my nerve. Weird things have happened, and continue to happen, and sometimes I wonder why I fight so hard to hold onto life when it seems my family hates me, when my parents don't understand me, and every day is a constant battle within and without , in people I meet and try to befriend, hearing voices all the time. At first I thought it was cool, that I could really communicate, but I don't really talking out loud to things that other people don't seem to hear, like I've got turrets syndrome or something, so I just keep it to myself, but I've pretty much gone off the deep end since I lost my real life, whatever that was. I am seriously considering profesional help, but I have been in that place before, and even they don't understand me, so it is a very touchy situation that I am in. Isn't this lovely??? I really wanted to write a cool travel blog, but I've been bombarded by psychic vampires that think it is fun to get me going in loops with these stupid dramas. Most of them have to do with relationship issues, and jealousy from other women, but its all the fuzzy things that I see when my eyes are turned just slightly in the other direction, or in the other room and I overhear people talking, and its like "where is all this coming from?" did something go inside my brain and pull out my memories, I do not JUST believe believe in the bible's veiwpoint on spirits, although I suppose that might be easier for some people , because then they have such a narrow view of what is, or is not. but I am curious to find out the truth of what is, is the truth flexible? such as beauty? Why does so many thing want to take advantage of me, when I myself have all the power? When I have so much skill and so much to live for , why does this mental bombardment try to make me loose my focus? Personnally I am not happy with it, I feel infringed upon, and it is not right or fair. I have tried to make right things I may have done wrong in the past, but even wrong things are relative. and so when I hear wierd things, I just figure I'm crazy like they all say, and OH WEEELL what am I supposed to do? I wish I could just devour them, but they would probably give me indigestion. So I take it one day at a time, and I bid you a good night.

Stitches the Bus Passes Smog.. April 11, 2011

2011-04-13T12:20:00.000-07:00

A Victory dance... just happy to be legal, the fear of getting towed away from lack of 'registration' gone, obliterated, blown away like a flatulent wind... we get to keep the bus, and continue setting it up in hopeful anticipation of our childrens return to our happy home. We know Lila loves it, and looking forward to carrying Eldyn on our back again, happy to be the way we intended, and proving the unbelievers wrong.
Travelling as a way of life is NOT wrong, it is fufilling, LIFE AS AN ADVENTURE, learning, loving everyday, what blessings! I look forward to completing Stitches interior. I got a whole bunch of beautiful scarves from a yard sale, and hung them up in the windows, it changed inside to be very "Zenful" What a pleasure to create meals in, and make beautiful music. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE you! Also the creative juices have been flowing, so be prepared to see many new creations coming forth.....

NOVEMBER 2010

2011-04-07T16:40:00.000-07:00

It has taken me along time to write about this, because it has been so emotionally taxing to me. This sad, sad story goes back to November, 2010, right before Thanksgiving. This is a true story, and although it is difficult for me to tell, I know that I have to, to give my followers and folks understanding about the situation, and how I am trying so hard to stay in high spirits, and keep in touch with all that I need to accomplish in my lifetime.
For most of the summer last year, Dylan, I and the kids stayed in a friends cabin, after the trip down from Washington on the train. My Dad had offered me his old truck when I offered to buy it with the insurance money I knew was coming from the accident. (you can read about all of this in the blog archives)
We had the truck for only a couple of weeks, when it was getting very cold in the mountains, having a hard time finding places to play, and the winter winds and rains come chilling thier way through this not well built (and black mold infested) cabin that we knew without a doubt it was impossible to winter in (its just NOT a bus!!!) we headed down to San Diego and some warmer temperatures for a bit. Back in Ocean Beach, we fully anticipated staying at the hostel, but when we got there, finding that they required a passport to stay. Not knowing what to do, we camped out on the beach, after not making enough to rent a room, camping on the beach was not ok, and since nothing there opened up for us, we headed back after playing a little at the farmers market. We got lost driving on highway 8, ended up way out of our way next to Mexico! the drive was AMAZING though, the rocks near El Capitan are truly an spectacle to see. I wanted to spend more time with them, but as our resources were so low, I really wanted to get back to the mountain, or at least Redlands. Stopping off in Slab City, a common stopping/camping point for travellers and snow birds of all ages, dipping in the hot springs, then heading back north to Palm Springs and Back to the mountain. All in all, only about a 300 mile trip. Deciding to head around the back side of the mountain for a change, and hit a hot spring that we'd been hearing about, soaking and cleaning up before going to the cabin, we were traveling north on highway 68 when the transmission started to slip. We pulled off the road (at about 1:30) in the am, a highway patrol spotted us and swung up behind us. Getting all our information, and then deciding I was suspiciously "high" he pulled me out of the car, did all those humiliating tests on me, then arrests me on suspicion of driving under the influence. To my credit, I was NOT smoking, or drinking anything other than coffee, so I was offended by this officer badly. Those highway patrols arrested Dylan too, and I was absolutley powerless as I watched them carry our babies to a patrol car and take our kids and our truck away. Filled with many emotions, so many that I felt paralized and that I was going to go out of control. I tried my best to keep my emotions under wrap, thinking it would be better than letting loose with what I was feeling inside, wishing I could kick and scream, claw my way out of the back seat of the car and comfort my babies which were screaming and crying, having been awoken from a peaceful slumber in the back seat of the truck. Yes both of them were dirty, we had just been camping. I didn't know that was illegal. I really don't think it is, actually. I wasn't high, but my pulse rate was increased, I was scared, maybe that was it, I'm not allowed to be scared. We had our camping gear and musical equipment in the back of the truck. And Dylan was wearing a tie die, was decked out in his full beard, which gets REALLY full! he tends to look like a hillbilly mountain man, which I personally find attractive. So I know that were were attacked for looking like hippies, and being out on the road at such a late hour. Truth was, we were just trying to get back, our trip didn't really pan out, we had no place to go. I wish that my dreams of having the society built up were already fufilled, having hostels and community houses, family campgrounds, places to go, get cleaned up, rest, do handcrafts, places to find temp work or jobs to bring in a little funds from time to time. I idolize the time when the Gypsies lived in freedom, travelling, as was smart to do, just like the Native Americans, when they were favored by the kings and local government (or when there was none), and were given lease to stay on lands without interference, That was a time before take out, before all the waste was created, when people lived so much more naturally than today, I know alot of people don't want to have to deal with people's trash, and thats what happens when people stay somewhere, they trash the place. I guess thats ruined it for the rest of us. I wish that we could go back to a real code of ethics, one that includes leaving the place cleaner when you leave than what it was when you got there. A basic "Pack it in, pack it out" I pride in being a real Gypsy, and I will leave behind things that are useful in the area, to be used by more people, but I despise trash and clutter on the ground.
Back to the arresting incedent, I spent three days in jail, not knowing what time it was, not seeing the sunlight, trying to find some sort of peace, but it was so incredibly boring. I did not like having the concrete walls staring at me, and me staring back. being locked up imprisoned is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do., and it was cold, air on all the time. I have been a vegetarian for a couple of years now, and because of the increasing pollution I was actually turning to a more raw food diet, because I had noticed a small lump in my breast several months ago, it was drastically smaller, if not completly dissapeared, then when I got put in jail, I could not eat anything except the one orange they gave me with the tray of food, which was a TV dinner type, I challenged the system by, after I took a small bite, and finding how truly gross it was, throwing it against the wall, TV. SPLAT!!! oh that felt good! also it was a change from the monotinous non-excistance of jail life. I definitley didn't fit in that evil place. Also, I had been breastfeeding the two babies, and my breasts swell to the point of extreme pain. I screamed for medical attention, until they paid attention to me, one officer took me to the hospital to get a breast pump, thankfully. I ended up drinking my own milk, and I know that kept me going. Meanwhile, on the outside, my sweety Dylan was out in the office every day, standing in front of the building flying a sign that said "STOP DISCRIMINATION AGAINST HIPPIES AND GYPSIES" what a guy! I was scheduled for court on the third day, but they released me an hour and a half before I was to appear before the judge, released with out a court date, no charges pressed, and no conviction. Sadly, the damage was already done. My Dad was called to take the children, and he decided that we are not capable of taking care of the kids. What's the charges? not enough money. In his mind it didn't matter that I would make our own clothing, conserving expenses by using less, and the worst part is, is we are vegetarian, and we were raising the children that way as well, eating much veggies, fruits and nuts, sprouted beans and grains. The children were very healthy, and we were happy. We are being criticized for being vegetarian, that we were not feeding the children properly, but were were living a healthy lifestyle. Now I fear for the childrens health, the last time we saw them, Lila has pink rings under her eyes, and they have a strange smell about them. I am deeply concerned. I want them back, but I feel somewhat powerless because we don't have alot of money, and severly discriminated against because of our lifestyle.

April 1, 2011 Life In The Bus, "Stitches"

2011-04-02T17:32:00.000-07:00

RECENTLY: after retrieving the bus from the Pro Tow yard in Ridgecrest, drove south on 395 to Johanesburg. We were going to head on over to California City, Mojave and Santa Barbara, But we ran out of gas, (or something, come to find out, the accelerator was stuck, and the carburator was not working great) burned through gas super fast. "Stitches" as we now know the bus, wouldn'

t go any farther than where it stopped. We took a nice walk back to the last town, A living ghost town, Randsburg, where we met Tim, owner of the Magic Bus, for real, man!

Although Tim doesn't live in his bus now, He told us of how he drove it to Nova Scotia, putting it on a ship and transporting it across the ocean. He hopes to have it back up and running by next year, and we hope the "Rock and Roll Travellin' Show" is up and going, so people like Tim can partake in a tour that keeps on going, giving rock collectors, artists and musicians a chance to travel, work for themselves, while belonging to a greater dream . "LONG LIVE THE TOUR"

Tim gave us a wood stove he had hanging around

A little rusty, but with much potential

Grinding, brushing and blasting

After a days hard work

The Stove turns into a little cutie

From Randsburg, we headed down from the hills to Johanesburg, to The "Trading Post" a cool hippy rock, jewelry and "coolstuff" shop. On the 395, you can't miss it, if you are heading to Mammoth, Reno, or Burning man. It's only open on the weekends, so plan accordingly. Annie, one of the four proprieters, makes awesome soapstone pipes, and she's eager to please, doing special orders, jewelry and repairs as well.

You have to see the DEDHEDS, if they are out and about, then the shop is open.

Rattlesnake Ranch

Annie And Nole invited us back to thier place, because we knew we needed to head back that direction, the bus was NOT working up to par. We made it to their place, (it took us a day and a half to go 76 miles) But we made it, and an old hippy named Larry brought his timing light, (THATS what it is! AHA!) Adjusted the timing, fixed the accelerator and choke cable, and the bus is working so good, Now to get the smog test done. Cross fingrs hope hope hope that it passes! Our tags are out, so we are running on day to day passes, A little stuck in Apple Valley, hope also to find a good place to Jam, our resources running DANGEROUSLY low, I cant sew yet, the machine missing a part, so that puts a damper on my handiwork. I am making crochet hats, though, made my own style, oops, I don't have a good picture, I'll have to post them next time.

Perfect for the bus, my treadle will work anywhere

got my drum...

2011-03-21T19:29:00.000-07:00

A lady Maria helped out in Upland, where "SIZZLER" is now "SIZZLIN" it made me laugh, but some times I just have to have an all you can eat salad, it was great, because they struck up a conversation, they were genuinely interested in us, her son is a musician, too, and when she heard that we needed a drum, she was so compassionate, Thank you.

We spent a few days in Claremont, but since there is not a great place to park for the night, we did get a parking ticket, but the city was incredibly friendly towards buskers, a great shopping town, very artistic, and surrounded by colleges. It was a fun place, lots of flowers, of which I took a bunch of pictures. If you would like to see them, I created a new album on this site:

From Claremont, we went ot upland, had a show at HiBrow lounge, I think I blogged about that, it was a good show, made the bartender happy, she loved Grateful Dead, and was so happy, cheering, when we played thier songs. :) We headed back to Redlands after this, we know we are NOT going to get a parking ticket there, and I had been considering emptying out the bus, making it more open, especially since my dad won't give back the kids, it compromises my direction in a big way, do I set up the bus with them in mind, or make it a travellers shuttle? I have been just so up in the air, along with my emmisions, or should I say , the BUS'S emmissions, but that's a whole 'nother story.

We connected back with my dad, I had Easter baskets for the two little ones, and wanted to connect with them , knowing that we're heading up North soon. We had Breakfast with the folks, and the kids, then dad left them with us while they did something. While it was great to spend time with them, it felt like we were our own kids babysitters, the park ther was awful, no swings, dirty with alot of drunk people hanging out, there was a guy that we didnt want to be around, and we loved being with the kids so much, oh it was so good! Except for the fact that it was only for two hours, and how was I going to do all I wanted to do with them? We started a sticker book collection, and played with the toys I still had for them. All of a sudden it hit us, we could go, right now, just go, if we can get to my moms house in Washington, then my kids will all be together, and life can be happy again, and I can focus on my direction. But now, I am so alone, I don't know how to live with a broken heart, The kids were there to help motivate me, lift me out of depression, and give me a focal point. We played music together, so cute to see Eldyn on the drum, and Lila with that huge bass!

Doesn't this look cozy?

They LOVE the music, naturally.

Being with my kids makes me HAPPY!!!

2011-03-07T11:49:00.000-08:00

This Drum we found at the Folk music store in Claremont, it is very light weight, made in Turkey and sounds great with our sound. We are raising funds to purchase it for 52 dollars US. Are we rude to ask our followers if they feel like contributing to the promotion of the music?

We Were Happy

2011-02-27T11:37:00.000-08:00

At times a struggle, but always coming back around to a point of joy, enjoying each others company. Our children were blessings to us. We were on our way, moving up in the world, so to speak. Being travelling musicians, lovers of the free life, dreamers of the end of war, Peace Keepers, opposers to religious and economic persicution, believers that we have the right to build our own life, our own dreams, and create a fantastic realm to raise our children. We believe in the harmonious possibilities of the magic bus, our mobile home. Art and Music and healthy living.

Now I sit, an empty shell, the love of life I once felt ebbing out and being replaced by hate and pain, now I hate myself because the hate I feel. Hate for my dad, and step mom, they took my babies away, and won't let me come see, because they cry and want to come home with me. They say I don't live the right life, but it's the one I want to live.. I don't use drugs, don't carry a gun, You won't be proud no matter what I do, I've lived long enough to know this is true, So I cry and I cry, no consolation is mine. Emptiness is my gift, all my ways and what I thought, I'll never live the way you think I ought. But I'm living for the afterlife, this is not the place, I surely will see the Saviors face. The government and the white regime took away all I wanted to see, did I really have to join the army to be all I can be? Freedom in my family is gone as far as the eye can see, you are making a crazy crazy lady out of me. What options have I? what way to turn? I just put away the thoughts to see it all burn. Just for my family love I yearn. To play again, break out the puppets and toys, reading books and childhood joys. Its all gone now, no end in sight, it wasn't my nature for that kind of fight. You can fight the Holy Judge in Hell, then I shall have my reward, truth to tell.

If I was a drunk, I'd take a drink

If I was a ship then I would sink

If I was a tree then I'd fall down

If I was a fire I'd burn through town

but I'm me and I don't die very easily

but you're killing me slowly why can't you see.

I hope it all just comes back to you.

I'll say what I want, you'll just erase it with wine,

but believe me when I say, ALL of my words come back in time

I have to run again, away from the hate,

I have to find my own way to relate

and still live in peace with my soul, too bad I couldn't reach my goal

All I've worked for so far is a loss

considering out of your lives you would toss

those with true devotion to the little ones you profess to adore

I have to go before I break your windows and kick in your door

and take my babies back in my arms, back into the life of wonder we were starting to make

Away from my heart which is stating to break

Thief Thief, There behind the locks, with your guns and your alarm, shall not protect you,

something else is coming through. An unseen danger unable to stop,

And when it takes you, I will be on the top

ready, ready for my fair ones to return, someday, someday, My castle will not burn.

Show cancelled...and fleeing the snow

2011-02-27T11:31:00.000-08:00

We really were ready to be troopers and holdout through the bad wheather, but when the LAKE INN RESTAURANT didn't open this weekend due to unforseen circumstances, we knew that our hope of establishing ourselves in GREEN VALLEY LAKE as musicians at this point would be futile, if not IMPOSSIBLE. So, since there being coming in fast, a huge blizzard destined to fufill everybodies snow plowing and boarding dreams and dump over two feet of snow on the mountains, We hollered "TUCKS AWAY!" and away we went, just barely escaping the deathly beautiful frozen scene. Driving across the Rim of the World Highway, intense fog, ice showers, and a suprising number of vehicles coming UP the mountain, made for a thrilling drive. Thankfully the bus operated properly, the heaters giving us a safety bubble as we drove by trees flocked thickly with ice, shaking as we passed, scattering shards across the highway. Realizing that in the future, in order to be self sufficient, that we must procure a wood stove to be installed, as parking in the mountains even in winter, can be an incredibly peaceful situation. The scenery of this winter wonderland as beautiful as can be when enjoyed from the safety and comfort of ones home.

BUS RALLY< JULY

2011-02-22T14:44:00.001-08:00

Rallies and Get Togethers

FOTR Rallys are informal gatherings of families who travel fulltime. They are typically once a year in January or February.

Bus Rally

When: Third week of July 2011, exact dates to be determined as we get closer.

Where: Bemidji, Minnesota - First city on the Mississippi River, home of Paul and Babe

Who: Full-timers, part-timers, weekenders. Individuals and families. Bus or no bus - right, ANYONE with an interest!

What: Bring your bus. Or, if you have no bus, we'll still let you in, just bring your favorite RV or camping gear. All rigs are welcome - buses are enjoyed, but not necessary!

How: The Rally is held just eight miles from the intersection of U.S. Highways 71 and 2.

Why: Because we love buses

Get ready for the Fourth Annual get-together in Bemidji. We have had a great time hosting this event for the past three years, and are really looking forward to this year!

We have mostly level boon dock parking available, limited access to 20-amp electric hookup and plenty of water. There are two free dump stations in town about 10 miles away. Generators are OK. Pets are fine on a leash or tie out.

Food includes community meals, where everyone cooks their favorites. Last year, we had chicken, ribs, roasts, salads, wild rice, waffle breakfasts, incredible desserts, homemade wine and some Alabama barbeque that made it's way up to us. Memorable food is our goal!

Kids - Last year, there were nine kids, ages 13 years old to six weeks old. We had activities for everyone to enjoy, including working with our miniature horse, setting up a water slide, enjoying the completely chemical-free hot tub, wild blueberry picking and spending time making crafts, reading and watching movies in our homeschool activity cabin. The kids also enjoyed lots of fireworks and campfire stories in the evenings, roasting food over the coals and making new friends.

This year, our 14 year old son is putting on a blacksmith demonstration, and is having a trebuchet raising, as he builds his large scale working machine. He'd like some help!

We had nine families/buses last year, and expect a few more this time. It includes people from all walks of life. We hope our Canadian family returns this summer. Last year, we hosted some folks from Alabama, who'd just came to see what all the fuss was about. Many families are from Minnesota.

Area activities will depend on the weekend we settle on, depending on everyone's schedules. We have a fishing boat, for those who want to venture to one of the many nearby lakes. Craft fairs are usually abundant.

And, of course, there are bus touring. If you are interested in the interiors, there's plenty of opportunity to learn how different families set up their rigs. From sofas and dinning to bunks, to bathrooms and cabinetry, no two ever seem alike.

If it's mechanics you enjoy, it seems like those engine bay doors don't close all weekend! There's always a group of fellows standing behind a bus, pondering power ranges and wiring issues.

Bemidji is located in the heart of Northern Minnesota lake country, just a short drive to the Mississippi Headwaters and home to Paul and Babe.

A bit about us - we are a family of eight, including six children. We have worked on the road since 2002, and have been full-timing since 2003. Our bus project began in 2005, after we wore out two bumper pull trailers. "Jack," our 1980 MCI coach, has been home ever since. While we live in Jack full-time, we slow down travel in the summer months so the kids can have some social time and we can grow a small garden. After outgrowing area RV parks, we purchased a small piece of land near Bemidji, and set up our own RV hookups. Most of our summer work is local to this region, so we can still work as we "pretend" to be "locals!"

Folks on the road are welcome to stop by anytime between April 15 and October 15 just to visit. And, we hope to see some of you this year at the rally! It's educational. It's fun. And most of us go home with a great list of new friends.

We hope to see you there!

Amy and Devin and the Kids

End Of Fear

2011-02-10T12:32:00.000-08:00

Back on the road again

2011-02-09T14:24:00.000-08:00

Well, I knew we could do it, with the assistance of our friend Bob, who we watched the second half of the super bowl with, sorry the packers won, Bob. I my opinion, not being very crazy about the game, I did feel that the ending was bland, petered out, like, what the hell is all this confetti for? but sometimes its like that, all the excitement is somewhere in the middle, and your just glad the game is over when it finally comes down to it. But it was fun hanging out with Bob, and his wife Cathy, always a pleasure when a suprise visit is welcomed. I n the morning, we helped him put up a privacy fence, and he helped us adjust the carburator.
We did an oil change yesterday, and now just hoping to pass smog tomorrow.

Worst fears realized

2011-02-09T14:01:00.000-08:00

Our worst fears coming true.. the bus running down the highway, sputters, and slows to not faster than 20 miles an hour, trucks blaring thier horns as they pass, crawling to a turtle pace as cars speed past, pedal to the floor, trying to squeeze out fuel maximization, heart sinking as complete freedom stripped away as mind races, trying to consider what the cause of this change, pulling of at the next offramp, seeking, looking left and right searching for a suitable place to pull, knowing it would be for an undetermined amount of time, overnite or perhaps a few days, thinking about fumds available to pay for repairs, parts and who knows what unknown cost awaiting around the corner. Yikes! pulling onto a back street, speed dropping down to 10 mils an hour, 8, 6, 5, 2! jerking, sputtering, as my heart fails and dropps into the pit of my stomach. Searching, there! behind that thrift shop.... its even shady. The day is Saturday, early in the morning, It's actually a really nice place to park, I think, I would come here again sometime, the trees are peppercorn trees, I love the way the leaves drift down, hanging like weeping willow. Sometimes It eases my mind to go into a thrift shop and look around, viewing all the random junk somehow puts my brain to work, gives me ideas and takes my mind off very stressful situations. Well, I find this chair, a larger wooden chair, looks like an old rocker, except it doesn't, it is so sturdy, and light in weight, too, I look at the price, and its ten bucks, I think wow! I can actually afford that, I need a chair for my sewing, and this one with work for everything, it has that old fashioned look, I can use it for props in the ren faires and anywhere, really, cool. Dylan comes in, we had been fighting about he wanted to take the bus to a auto shop across the street, and I wanted to wait, I know auto shops cost alot of money and I want to see if we can fix this ourselves, considering the two times we've needed auto work done we felt like we got royally shafted. Not to mention the guy hardly speaks any english, and for some reason that just really bugs me. So I'm mad, because Dylan is arguing, and putting up a big fight, as if it was a vaid arguement, for goodness sakes, we don't have more than a hundred bucks to pay anyone, let alone a shop.... If Dylan thinks this guy will do it for free... besides, I just got parked under the trees in a nice spot, with a valid excuse to sit there a minute, so I'm not moving. Back in the thrift store, in my wanders I find two canvas CD boxes, and a wooden toy iguana that moves locomotion style. I ask how much everthing is, and she says, we got a half off everything in the store sale until two today, so...... everything I picked out was altogether less than I would have paid for just the chair. Just goes to show that even when you break down somewhere, it's always for a reason.

Manifestation.......

2010-11-24T12:18:00.000-08:00

So this is our next adventure, converting this bus to make a fat awesome headquarters and tour bus. We hope to be in Florida in January, and playing our music all the way there.
We got this bus from a church, for a good price, Basically traded the truck my Dad gave, We will spend the rest of November and December fixing it up,

We are hoping for some reader comments, to help us in our decision
SHOULD WE OR SHOULDNT WE PAINT THE OUTSIDE????

NAMING THE BUS....

Manifestation
The Gypsy Amore
Amore
The Magic

INTERIOR DESIGN CHOICES.....

We want to leave seats in, at least some of them, Because of my five kids, I have decided to keep seat belts for all.

someone suggested hammocks for beds, I think thats a good idea. anybody have extra hammocks?

The width of the bus is 8 feet, and I think it is 37 feet long. We are so excited!!!

intoxicated? i don't think so

2010-11-22T19:08:00.001-08:00

AG¥RIVATION!!I HATE JAIL, AND I DISLIKE HOW POLICE CAN MAKE A DETERMINATION BASED ON THIER OWN JUDGEMENTS... oh well, I've come through a major change of basis of my humanity, There is nothing more "humbling" than being taken into custody, stripped of all dignity, reomoved of all colors, and tossed into a cell of timelessness, where you only have what they let you have, stranger than strange. FREEDOM IS PRECIOUS!!!!!

The babes arewith my dad, a little break for us and them, we will get them back when we get the bus ready.

NEWS ON THE BUS...
Should be picking it up tomorrow, thanks to Learner buying the truck.

Shelter from the storm

2010-11-22T18:36:00.001-08:00

The winds of fate blow both in chance and circumstance, interwoven blessing and quizical happenstances of unforeseeable change.In the high deserts of San Bernadino county we find a plethera of amazing folks and culture. In the midst of high winds we find shelter at Rivers', A kindsoul who heardthe call of our hearts and wlcomed us strangers into his home and offered all the hospitalities that an american home can afford. Sweet and kind, this gentlman suprises us with tales from the days of hippy glory backin San Fransisco, while inspiring me further in my vocals.

Where did I come from? OR, "is wanderlust genetic"?

2010-10-27T12:38:00.000-07:00

Is that as an impertinant question as where I am going? Surely, today I am going to search some names from my family lineage, hopfully I will encounter some answers to the questions I have about some "peculiar" personality traits I have witnessed in myself. On my Fathers side I have my Great-Grandparents, Monte Cristo and Zeda Vinson, beyond that there is no record. So I will be back, hopefully with some answers To explain the strange blood that flows througjh my veins, both noble and bohemian, the royal pauper.

OUR HIATUS COMING TO A CLOSE...

2010-10-24T11:54:00.000-07:00

As the leaves turn vermillion and acorns pelt the ground and the roof of our truck, Squirrels scampering about to fill thier stashes, the oncoming of winter pushes us into overdrive to get things ready to roll. It has been a beautiful fall so far, and we have enjoyed our stay, many friends have been made, ( the most real who forgive our footsteps) It has been our policy to never say goodbye, but that has caused a bit of emotional trauma for our loved ones, I did not realize that people actually LIKE to see us off!

HAVE TREADLE, WILL TRAVEL

2010-10-15T16:35:00.000-07:00

And a friend shared some firewood. I have to tell you about some really great people we had been associating with lately, Foster and Belinda. It is amazing sometimes when we meet some very mellow "old school" hippie/artist folks that shine amongst the drudgery of what has become modern humanity. Belinda is an amazing artist, makeing hand painted fabric, spinning her own wool, mandalas, Ani-mai comic books!?!?! Wowza! everytime we go back there, she pulls out some new amazing creation, blowing my mind.
Today she suprised me with a beautiful sewing box that she designed, as a gift, with fall print fabric, a box that pops open when I open the lid, and is stuffed full of sewing paraphanelia. Good thing, too, because I had just lost my sewing needle case in a thrift shop that thought I was donating my purse when I accidentally left it behind after trying on a vest! That and the download caddy to put pictures on my blog... so I am so sorry, no pictures for a while.
The babes are doing well, right now playing on the swings at the park next door as I write on the computer. I thank GOD for Dylan! He is such a remarkable father to these kids, I could not ask for a better partner for me, and a father of these children.
I have asked the church with the bus we are trying to get to hold it for us until Thanksgiving, so we can come up with the funds. I feel very strongly about this bus, because it has a engine heater, as well as sand distributers for driving in inclimate weather. The engine is very sound, with incredible low mileage, all the guages work, and has been checked out mechanically by the police department every year per requirement of the church shuttle laws. I am looking into applying for a business loan, with the sewing machine and some enthusiastic gumption to succeed, my tie skirts seem to be a hit, as far as compliments go, and I have found amazing fabric at some of the thrift shops in the area. I am focusing on making contemporary renaissance styles thet will fit into todays fashion as well as at the festivals. I would like to travel to folks homes and teach sewing and help design a families outfitting... so if you are interested....

A fine day on the Mountain...

2010-10-14T15:03:00.000-07:00

We enjoyed a remarkable day at the Bus Stop coffee shop in Running Springs, California today, distributing our handpicked Lavender Sachetts, busking and enjoying the last of the summer days.
We were blessed with lunch by Mary and her husband, representing the Calvary Chapel Church in Running Springs, Yum! Veggie sandwiches! , and made good tips! thank you to all who shared with us today! You are helping us reach our goals. Our family is in GRATITUDE to you. :)

GOOD NEWS! SEWING MACHINE AQUIRED!

2010-10-10T15:27:00.000-07:00

Oh Yes, as I speak, it is in the back of the truck, I have to figure out the bobbin scenario, though. It seems to be a very well made piece of equipment, and I am sure it is going to be a challenge to get a hang of....

From Backpacks to a truck

2010-10-05T15:10:00.000-07:00

Presently, in Southern CAlifornia, in the mountians...BRRRR! it's getting cold!! picking up wood, staying in a friends cabin while we are here, getting things ready to head back up north, court on Nov. 15, to deal with divorce, to Washington, What will happen? I've been sewing recycled mens ties into skirts, and patchwork corduroy skirts and handbags. Handstiching is so time consuming, and not very many people appreciate that kind of time costs alot, especially when we have these two babes... I am working on raising money to purchase a treadle foot sewing machine, as we are Travellers that find ourselves in situations that do not come with electricity!

2010-09-29T20:10:00.000-07:00

All right, so kicking back in Spokane, I realize I didn't have a chance to Blog or any thing since Shasta, Out of Shasta, we took a bus to Weed, Hoping it would go all the way to Oregon, but there seems to be a "dead zone" there. we were forced to hike back a couple of miles, to the truck stop, we finangled up a free breakfast from McDonalds, how did we do it?? well, normally, we do not go there, but they were advertizing a real fruit smoothy, and in this situation, there was so other alternatives for a meal and/or coffee, so, went in, at ten minutes before end of breakfast, and tried to get a vegetarian breakfast sandwich (for a buck) they will normally sustitute a fried egg for sausage, so in a pinch... so we purchased the smoothy, and then they completly blew off my request for biscuits and eggs, I went to fill out a customer comment card, and they told this guy that they actually had the items I had been asking about, so I start getting a little loud, and collecting names, and they decided that it would benifit them if they gave me free hash browns, biscuits, eggs and coffee. So I didn't plan it, it just sort of happened, but just remember, they are there to serve the public, and you have the right to decent service, no matter who you are, so complain if they treat you unfairly!

After breakfast, we didn't have many options, so we tried our hand at hitchhiking, knowing we could only accept certain rides, because of the kids, we sat out there for what seemed like a long time, and just when it got to that uncomfortable level of discomfort, a big rig stops for us, I am in disbelief, but it is the perfect ride. The driver is Colin, and just so happens to be an old hippie, it was just like that ol' Bobby McGee song, dtriver took us all the way as we sang everysong he ever knew. It was fun to be the band of the scene. it was a long drive, and he got us pretty close to Olympia, WA, Olympia, yah, I'll go back. I can't believe I don't have any photos..grrrrr...it was a pretty cool place though. We stayed at a hostel, oh yeah, Ididwrite about it, We played with this great fiddle player who reminded me of Jimi Hendrix. We gave a cd to a local radio station, but we don't know how to find out if they played it. So in the archives is how we got to Spokane out of Tacoma. We wanted to head up to Port Townsend, and Gig Harbor, but maybe next time, eh.

Oh yeah, on the bus from Tacoma to Spokane, we met a mom and her two kids going to Wenachee, they were just starting a co-op housing and farming project with some other people they knew. Someday I'll check back in with them, they seemed cool.

So we headed back to Steve's place, our friend Turtle who runs the east Washington Barter Faires used to live there.Camped out on his trampoline, But Turtle didn't live there anymore, so we went on a manhunt, where's Turtle? We found his Sisters house on South hill, called Ravinstead, fell in love with Kate instantly, as she calls us family... luv luv luv. Saved us by getting us off the streets there in Spokane, where from what we hear, is a dangerous town for us travelers with children.
Regardless of how much we took to Kate, her house was full of junkies that treated us rudely, so we didn't stay very long, poor Kate.

I Want To Live With The Gypsies

2010-09-20T13:34:00.000-07:00

I want to live with the Gypsies
to be as they are, but in a world where freedom reigns
where devotion and magic source songs refrains
echoing forward and marching on, camping in wildlands
that love our song, feeling the childrens gentle steps
dancing our hearts out of this mess
Governed by laws written on our hearts and mind
surrounded by all of those that are our kind.

Standing for the truth that is our soul, the testing comes
do we change to fit the norm, or do we hold to the truth
as yet to be seen are we magnified on the outside
or do we hide inside and find out something has died?
I will shine I will glide I will rise, my heart will not be denied

I Want to live with the Gypsies

Heaven For Them, Hell for Me....

2010-09-20T13:33:00.000-07:00

America, land of opportunity, land of prosperity,
land of golden dreams,
For whom, such as me inquires.
For the dreams I dream and
the prosperity I hope to glean,
seem to be just beyond reach.
A simple life, of the olden ways,
when fast were the ties and golden the days
when generationality was the plan,
Together we fought for the right to stand,
and we never said goodbye,
because we were together in all things
Was I placed here to to form regrets,
or to reform my ways,
was I in some age past,
included in the living family cast?
I could question my individuallity,
why really am I me? I am here according to a call
To stand for freedom before we fall
one direction or another, asleep or in love
or into disaster or into a dream of amazing bliss
I wish I wish I wish I wish

I want to live with the gypsies.

2010-09-18T09:59:00.001-07:00

We decided in Spokane that since life is a little uncertain, that we would try to move toward our perfect goals, which include traveling with horses. So we got a local paper, and found some eligible beasts, and started migrating that way. We boarded Amtrak and headed to Sand Point Idaho, destination somewhere near Bonners Ferry, the Avonlee Farms to visit Faith, a buckskin andilusion/quarterhorse.

Meeting FAith was fun, but I feel like she is someone else's horse. Considering that I would like to encorporate a gypsy feel to our lives, she just doesn't have the style. She is a remarkable animal, however, perfect in all ways, but not for us. Meeting Blade, however, was love at first sight. He is a chocolate dapple Morgan, If horses can be sexy, this is it! ha ha!
Being a stallion, he would take much more care, but he is a sweet and obediant gentlehorse, perfect for fathering my herd, IF WISHES CAN COME TRUE!

Dylan really connected with Blade, I wonder if the horse thought he had carrots in his beard??
It is common for horses to do this to each other, I believe it's called grooming.

Th Llama's name is Dolly, and although as little stubborn, and lazy, we fell madly in love with her as well. we plan on purchasing her before this winter, along with a little pony, Tiger Lily. At $ 500.00 dollars for the pair, it seems to be a good start for our menagerie.

Th Avonlee farm is a idealistic setting of a country living scene, set in the green meadows and stunning blue sky that Montana blags about, while still in Idaho. While we were there, a thunderstorm rolled through, chasing us into the barn with the cats. The pet racoon joined us a well, it was peaceful on the hammock.

We stayed on the farm until our groceries ran out, then we decided it was time to restock supply and head to the Barter Faire in Washington. Dawn (farm mom) gave us a ride to Sandpoint and we started walking.

With a makeshift Golf cart to carry our belongings....

We accuired the materials from a Thrift Shop in Bonners Ferry, and a super nice guy in back helped us get it together. its also where we got the leather bags we still carry with us, all for $10 bucks.

a cool bus heading back to Sandpoint

Lots of berries to forage on the road

We got a ride with some cool folks that took us all the way to the barter faire site on flowery trail. I'm not really into the scene too much, though, when we brought a bag of ice to donate to the kitchen, and Rusty was like, didn't want to accept it cause he was worried we might ask for some food from his kitchen, we were like to heck with this place... We stayed one night and played on stage, then left first thing in the morning to get to the Rainbow gathering, which was just six miles up the road. Convienient, huh? This was a favorite part.

Moving forward into the dream

2010-09-18T09:59:00.000-07:00

I stumbled upon a link today, an invitation to volunteer at a festival, but not just any festival, because it is unlike anyother festival I HAVE EVER SEEN, because people are not going to buy sell trade, make big bucks, it is an opportunity for artistic expression, a great experiment in societal progress. I'm in. check this out, recycledrainbow.org Anything can happen. I'll try to stay current on postings of the journey for you all. but probably you'll just have to wait til its over.

2010-09-16T07:43:00.000-07:00

After escaping Berkeley, taking the Bart up to Richmond, hopping on the Amtrak to Sacramento, where we had an almost overnight wait. We hanged out in the mall and watched a band Fish Catfish perform, where were were told we couldn't sit on the floor, or have any of our things on the floor either, oh it made me so mad, but what could I do??? we were leaving on a train that night, so we just allowed them to push us around, and left to go to te free concert in the park. We got to see Isabella play again, haven't seen them since Las Tortugas in Yosemite.
We got interviewed by a fellow from the local paper, he did a cute little write-up on us you can see it here

Back on the train, we had a bit of fun playing in the bathrooms, It was so nice to just get to our destination, I have been so sick of driving, the ride is so smooth, and you can get up and walk around, buy coffee from the little cafe, we just hanged out in the arcade car, lots of floor space, and no immediate neighbors, very peaceful. we arrived in Dunsmuir at 5 am, and had to stay there all weekend, because there were no buses to take us to Shasta. That was alright, because the farmers market was that day, so we played a little there, learned alot about SOLAR OVENS sweet! what a concept! Id like to own a couple of them, hopefully make then myself, (I do know a rustic craftsman....) So we set up a show the next day at the local brewery, and when we were playing, Elden fell asleep right in the guitar case!

We headed to Shasta on the first bus on Monday, and went to our friends Brook and Golden Eagles. Brook has created this most amazing "house of culture" were they do ceramic classes, plays and shows, book readings and taught us how to grow SPROUTS! Yummy, green growing goodness...........

We Farmed dirt, and harvested herbs, which we dried and put in jars for the shop.

We got a good look at the wooly mullien plant, and I showed everyone how to determine it was a good lung plant, it holds its oxygen in. In fact, I can send you some of the herb, it is good for asthmatics and bronchitis when smoked it pulls toxins out of the air when burned with Sage, just get in touch with me if you are interested.

We had a really great time with Brook as usual.

So this is Rosie Hips, signing off from another chapter of

The Gypsy Amore

Life in America

2010-09-15T18:29:00.000-07:00

Since we lost our van in the accident,(mid June) we have experimented with previous desires to travel by alternative means, ie; train and public transportation. here it is now mid September, and we are still alive, but taken many hits to our moral standing, we are injured, perhaps beyond comprehension right now. Our adventures took us from Nor-cal, Geyserville, where we performed for a small festival at the Isis Oasis, a rescue cat and exotic bird sanctuary with resort and restaurant. Opening for The Druid Sisters was fun, and making friends with Brian and Isis, a very special treat.

Geyserville being where we had this accident, where we were side swiped while making a left turn, totaling our van, R.I.P. zoe! Thankfully pubic transportation exists! taking advantage of this public service, we headed South to catch a train. Our journey took us to Healdsburg, Santa Rosa and being an oportunitarian, I had to drag my famly back to Sebastopol, just to soak in the great community atmosphere there, besides I recall that there is good musical opportunities available, not to mention good Waldorf based schools, natural foods, Yoga, organic farms and many other things I deem valuable. (Besides the fact that I spent a good portion of my growing up in this town)

It just so happens to be the home town for our most favorite laundrymat, thanks Dylan! lol. If you go to Sebastopol, you HAVE to check out the Bohemian Highway all the way to Guernville where we found some free camping, (we would have stayed longer, but we had little in the way of provisions)

While in Guerneville we happened across a couple of strange travelers, a couple of guys, and their dogs, their dogs had fallen in love and these guys WALKED from Maine, pulling thier carts that they had made, and in the back was the puppies!

We hit up Occidental, because we know a couple of people there, and it has been in the past a good place to play music. Haha! we camped out right in downtown under a tree, it was so funny, evedently none cared, even though they could see us through the bushes, and this one lady came and handed us breakfast. MMMM bear claws! lol. Evedently they could see why we were reluctant to pay $180.00 a day for lodging! I sugestted to a few people that they turn the big hotel thats not being used into a hostel, but they said there's a problem with the sewers there though,
I suggested composting toilets, but that kind of forward thinking might be just beyond reach for those folks.

We renegaded camping a empty campground, we got caught on the way out, but we didn't get into trouble.
Back to Sebastopol, where I wish we could find a decent place to stay while we are there, we did find a nice hovel off the bike path, where the Sheriffs even came to "check up on us" we were all good, though, no warrants and since we were just outside city limits, in the clear. But sometimes I wish we didn't have to sleep in the bushes. Life can be a challenge for those who like to sleep outdoors. I guess when people own houses they can put up hammocks, or pitch a tent in the backyard. Well, for those of us who decide not to own our own properties, it makes it very difficult at times.

to San Fransisco where we slept in Golden Gate park where Janis Joplin used to hang out, finding out that park officials would like to erect a ten foot high fence around the entire park. we spent forth of July there, but were unable to see the fireworks, due to heavy fog. We found that we had brought too much stuff to walk about with ease, and I feel strongly that it is tacky to push around a shopping cart full of belongings. San Frn is a challenge to navigate, but Haight Street was cheerful and bright, with some of the old spirit still hanging in there.

We went to Berkeley after Frisco, and discovered ARNIEVILLE, and while I appreciate the stance they took, and it was cool to hang in the median camping for a minute, they asked way too much from us and they expressed that they felt that we were taking from them, ie; food from the kitchen when in fact all the food they had there was donated by community members and food not bombs. it was entirely frustrating to see alot of good food go to waste, and them telling us we couldn't eat any of it. Especially considering we have children. They were just in a fight to keep getting money from the state anyways, while we are on a mission to move away from state financial support. Granted, they had a measure of probable cause, being that I am a powerful individual, with a mighty strong voice, and a desire to direct, and participate, and carry a message, i DEFINeTELY have the vocal capacity to make myself heard. Shit, I scare myself sometimes! lol.

So on we went on a little joy ride on the BART, up to Richmond, on the same day that there was some rioting going on in Oakland, apparently the verdict came out on some police officer that killed a young man, and people took the opportunity to harm innocent bystanders and business owners. CWAZY!

Traveling by train is A OK as long as we keep everything in check, we and the kids travelled well, sleeping makes everything easier, as well as good sturdy backpacks. on our way to becoming professional backpackers.

BERKELEY

2010-08-01T13:55:00.000-07:00

lifein general

2010-08-01T13:54:00.000-07:00

CALI TRIP

2010-08-01T13:53:00.000-07:00

making grapevine baskets

2010-08-01T13:51:00.000-07:00

Life is good...

2010-08-01T11:08:00.000-07:00

Gypsy Rosey Hips signing in: hello out there to all of you in this mundane world of witch seems to be a part if not all of that which makes us awe in wonder, as well as sigh in sadness that we all have not completley overcome the need to race after the almighty dollar, finding myself a victim of my own frustrations at the lack of finances to accomplish goals, or should I say, the ability to "pay people off" story as follows:
Meaning to find our friend and head of the smaller eastern Washington barter faires olttimetradingcircle.org of which I wish there was more participation of souls whom are not trashy, drunk overloaded addicts that actually love life, who tend to ruin the party for everyone else, Speaking of trash, I think that we are in need of serious trash management, first, demanding that companies/industries limit the amount of disposable wrappings they market thier products in, then in the home, reusing as much as possible, and composting organic material, forming community recycling co-ops, and making sure that still usable items are distributed as needed, we fellowshiped with his sister, in her house and discovered a little community of random people exsisting together, and although Kate welcomed us as family, and fellow travellers society, the rest of the crew gave us not respect, I am thinking because we were not paying rent like they were??? SOO MUCH DRAMA!!!! Some interesting, but most lame, and the frustration of trying to change policies (or they way People do things) is difficult at best, to say the least. even something as simple as they way they throw out trash.
So I keep going as best I can. I am getting P.O.ed

We made it to Spokane

2010-07-23T21:16:00.000-07:00

After a grueling walkabout in Tacoma, not a very friendly town for walkers, we headed to the rescue mission, where compassion ruled the day, putting together funds for our trip, everyone was so kind, and together we booked passage through Amtrak, and finding us shelter in the steeple of the church, we provided entertainment musically on the perfectly tuned piano. We are Grateful that God has provided for us in so many ways. not a day goes by without nourishment, and our rest has, for the most part, has been uninteruppted, the children have all they really need, and finances have been met as it is needed.
We arrived in Spokane late this afternoon, and headed up the hill to what we hoped was our friends place in a decent commune-type setting. Finding the situation better then we had even anticipated, we found the place inhabited by a new friend, someone we had met a while back, and immedieatly offered us tea and some scones, finally, some amazing real hospitality. you can find our friend on his own blogspot, offering us accomidations in the "spare room" and also sharing his food graciously, of which he had a meager supply. he is also a member of which we also use, but have yet to really get into, this being our first experience. which reminds me of another first for us, The "hostile hostel" I'll try to be nice, tis just sometimes too many regulations makes a place stuffy, and unfriendly. I loved it for the most part though, and I don't want to be in the habit of complaining, so I'll say all the things I loved about the Chez Cascadia Hostel in Olympia, WA first, I was impressed that they just let us walk in, and although they only had top bunks available, a young lady who was touring the country on motorcycle chose to offer her place on a big bed while she took the top bunks THANK YOU! I LOVE HOSTELS! They are affordable, even for us, and sharing the kitchen was really awesome, it was an experience that i look forward to again, just maybe somewhere else.

fairy mama and Irish twins

2010-07-23T20:21:00.000-07:00

travel to tacoma-waiting for a train....

2010-07-22T16:32:00.000-07:00

thats about it, looking for assistance, so we don't have to hitchhike, thanks. love love all

our first "HOSTEL" experience

2010-07-21T01:12:00.000-07:00

So we are in Olympia, WA. the weather is near perfect here in the summer time. We found "Chez Cascadia" from a flyer in the "last word" bookshop window, which by the way is holding a battle of the bands every Sunday evening on the radio, so we entered our cd, hope to hear it on the airwaves! So this hostel, is pretty innexpensive, and although they don't allow outdoor camping, we still slept alright. There are all kinds of people staying here, and they even have toys and books for the kids. I'm sorry to anyone who may be expecting a phone call from us, but weve had some problems with our phone, but we are still utilizing the messsage system. Life has been not too bad without a vehicle, busses seem to get us there, we are still figuring out how to get across Washington to the rainbow gathering. our attempt at working a rennaisance festival has failed because my friend is not running it anymore, so we will get to the gathering, and perhaps on to Montana after that, there is a festival there we may have an opportunity to play on stage. well, this kindof brings to current, the happenstances of our life, me and dylan and lila and elden.

FREEDOM, aptly spoken

2010-07-01T16:55:00.000-07:00

In light ofthe current oil catastrophes, and the war in the gulf, that I feel is connected with the war, I have decided to change the way we do things, We laid our large motorhomes and busses aside, to van travel, then when we were involved in a bad accident in Northern California that left us vehicle-less, we decided to explore another form of travel, the simplest form of life known to mankind, WALKING. We have since traveled utilizing AMTRAK trains,public busses and bicycles as modes of transporting ourselves, and yesterday tried hitchhiking which resulted in a ride from Weed, California, to Olympia, Washington, where I now sit at the computer telling you my story.
We are outdoors people, so sleeping under the stars and gazing at the moon through the trees is a blessed gift that we can trace back to the dawn of time as appropriate accomidations.
I can imagine you saying, what about the kids? and concern edging its way into your mind, are they fed? are they clothed? are they warm? are they comfortable? We spend every minute of every day with them, making sure they are cared for, and we recieve everything that we hope for.

BERKELEY

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BERKELEY

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BERKELEY

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BERKELEY

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BERKELEY

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BERKELEY

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BERKELEY

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Don't worry

2010-04-20T11:48:00.000-07:00

Mom I don't think there's too many people following my blog, At least none I can tell thank goodness I'm not some ultra popular superstar? right. Haha. Wouldn't THAT be funny!

As of now, a little progress on the motorhome, I need to build cabinets and creative storage spaces to make it more home-like. I have a lot of crafting materials and need to figure out a way to manage their storage and yet utilize them. I am grateful to have a space to call home (park the motorhome) for a short while, because it is very difficult to make things when we're always on the move.

We used some of the money from the sale of the motorhome to replace that which we sold to get the motorhome. The P.A. equipment we got $250 for, we turned around and found a vintage guitar (very pretty)a Fender amp with all the bells and whistles, including a sound enhancing box, cords, foot switch, all for $300. So we can start moving forward with our sound, creatively. I've already started composing two new songs, one with the theme from the point of view of Mother Earth to people, and another a tribute to the constellation that I, Dylan and my mom are born under, Sagitarius.

Gratefully so...

2010-04-17T11:58:00.000-07:00

well it seems as if we are finally moving forward, my Dad bless his heart, brought down tires from my friend and his neighbor, Kym Browning, who makes and sells jewelry and distributes findings and tools for the craft, for our 91 Dodge Caravan, which has been sitting with a flat tire in Palo Verde. My Mom, helping us get registration taken care of, so we can be legal. Sale of our 74 Dodge motor home giving us the means to put new tires, register and insure both the Van and our "new" motorhome, a 76 Dodge something or other, a rolling apartment, we like to call it. It is not a school bus, but it is cozy,Vintage with alot of potential. pretty much everything works, but as of yet, we have not givin test run on the highway, the first priority getting tires on. So wish us well! we hope that the aalmost perectly new tires we accuired are a positive sign that a rollin we will go. We have been givin a months extention on our stay at the Goude's, so we have plenty of time to get our ship and ourselves in mobile condition.

In retrospect: I remember praying for a place that we could land, and clean up, and get "ship-shape" so to speak. I offer GRATITUDE for answered prayer
Thank you to those who willingly open themselves to be available tolove GYPSY AMORE!
As we travel from town to town sometimes the system brings us down, but in my darkest hour, like a cool breeze, a blooming flower, a strangers care to answer both our prayers.

My Mom has diagnosement of Parkinson's Disease

2010-04-16T08:59:00.000-07:00

And I have been too hard on her, expecting too much ,really. After researching on Wikipedia, I am really concerned, as it is a progressivly disabilitating disease. I find that they don't really know What causes the disease, but they have pointed more in the direction of ENVIRONMENTAL TOXINS which makes alot of sense because it affects the nervous and nuerological systems of the body. I am going to add my own opinion, I believe that stress adds to the disabilitating nature of the symptoms, and depression greatly enhances the physical complaints by "locking down the body".

As I am not a doctor, and more of a spiritualist, I must take the stance from my viewpoint, Get Spiritual, and I am not talking about psuedo-christian hype stemmed from the bible, I say get ANCIENT. and "new age" hands on healing, with herbal remedies Starting with a complete body cleanse to know out toxins. Hot spring soaks, plenty of sunshine and baby laughter, smiles. PLENTY OF PRAYERS TO THE GREAT DIVINE GOODNESS that makes miracles happen. Hang in there, mom

A new day.....

2010-04-08T09:25:00.000-07:00

Getting comfy in our new motorhome, the thing has popcorn ceiling! weird. butit is spacious, not much cupboard space, but as soon as we can get to some woodworking tools, plans to build space economizing cupboards underway. Sorry, no pics, how boring, huh? still waiting for someone to care enough to donate a digital camera. I just feel as if my creativity is stifled so much, as I am not able to share as much as I'd like, so many amazing moments pass by and I don't get an opportunity to capture it,some folks take pictures of us, then they don't even share them with us, like what are they going to do with them? They would be much more use if we could use them to promote the beautiful things in ou life, thanks. So moments come and go, and I hold on to them as only a human mind can, even for a moment, only in my own brain, I guess thats all that matters anyway, noone else seems to be that interested, so I just live the best I can, loving my kids, Dylan and myself, Sunny and those who choose to take an interest and be involved. God Bless the Hippies

Grateful Hippies Show at Augies

2010-04-03T19:34:00.000-07:00

Had a pretty good show at Augies coffehouse in Redlands, got a chance to refresh some of our older material, got to see my dad and other mom for first time in a long while:) had a good audience all night, thanks a bunch if you were there.

The Grateful Hippies Play Dead

2010-03-31T03:45:00.000-07:00

For all you Grateful Dead fans out there, The Gratefull Hippies are proud to announce that we are compiling an album of our (and hopefully yours too) favorite Grateful Dead songs Including, but not limited to, Mountains of the moon, Ripple, Brokedown Palace, Sugar Magnolia, Uncle Johns Band, Franklins tower, Terrapin Station, Crazy Fingers, The Golden Road, Good Lovin', I know you Ryder and Morning Dew. Album should be ready in May for any one who would like to pre order. Lovin you all, The Grateful Hippies, Sunny, Dylan, Lila and Elden.

CAMPER RESTORATION

2010-03-30T10:40:00.000-07:00

We've been figuring out how to get everything ship shape on our camper, these are the issues we've come across so far:

gas tank: dirty, solution, clean with acetone and murriatic acid, slosh vigorously with mid sized rocks and chain.

12 volt system:recieved one deepcycle battey, now need to figure out hooking it up, tracing wires and perhaps new 12 volt lights for over head bed new bulbs.

Water system: dual tanks, one holds and other doesn't, don't know if water pump operates or not, so haven't used sink yet.

Hot Water Heater?? NEED PROPANE FILL VALVE!!!

Times are hard for the Grateful Hippies

2010-03-29T20:06:00.000-07:00

Sitting in the dark, havent yet got the battery situation figured out, maybe it could be that there are no bulbs or something, I don't know much about charging systems for rvs. I feel depressed, the camper is too small. I really don't feel like a grateful hippie at all.

Much Blessing...

2010-03-29T19:07:00.000-07:00

I have much to be grateful for, the Goude family has just helped us out with a deep-cycle battery, don't know yet if it is fully functional, but it was just laying around in the backyard, and now its laying in out battery compartment, we put it on charge last night, and it seemed to take, so we'll see. This family has been pure gold to us, they are really great, I feel like I have family again.

there and back again....and again March 29, 2010

2010-03-29T18:12:00.000-07:00

The last month has been interesting. I wish that I could show you all pictures. Some of the people we met, the sunsets and photos of our new motorhome. hopefully one of these days. The kids are doing fine, after a mild bout of runny noses that started when we first hit the desert. I wish I could share with you the glory of waking up in the morning after pulling in late at night and see the desert springing up in vivid yellows and purple. So much more than average, many say,inches of rainfall more than usual creating a virtual green wonderland in the expanse of arid terrain. I envisioned my secret passionate dream of traveling by horseback, realizing that fodder was plentiful, to make the dream somewhat more of a reality.

So I believe we were in Slab city last time I entried, if not, there is more I must comment on. we were there a total of three weeks, met Misty and Brandon from Kansas, met a fellow from Norway recording a documentary, as well as a french team.

I have to admit, a little sheepishly, that I was a little enamoured by the idea that students from the other side of the world might see my face and hear my opinion on things. I kinda dug getting my photo taken. Now if I could just get some of those photos for my blog!.......

Hmmmm, so lets see... We were in Slab City, for just a short time right in the middle of a crazy storm, then headed out to Quartsite, oh yes, I remember, the last week in January, with our Canadian friends, got the motorhome, and stayed at Isaiahs, til the third week of February or so, then So we head on south on hywy 78, passing through Palo Verde, seeing some guys sitting outside the Lagoon Lodge, stopped there to see if we could play some music. Teddy, the owner seemed enthusiastic, so we put on an impromtu show for him. which was good, because he was to be on anniversary vacation through the weekend.This was wendesday, and we played on Friday, being a great time, noone was too drunk, the folks really liked it, and the energy was high, but positive. Saturday on the otherhand, The crowd was a much LOUDER bunch, so we raised our voices to the highest gables and tried to overpower the noise. We definetely got their attention
and at the same time strained my vocals, of which I am just now fully recovering. The tips were fair both nights, and Liking the place, Palo Verde Having a good feel, of which I write in other posts, Running back and forth to Blythe for groceries is when we met our new friends Angie and Mike and their family, who let us stay in thier driveway and helped change the fuel pump, Thanks Mike, and by the way, the line did leak just like you said it might, but our friends at PANARS KARMA KITCHEN on the slabs had just the right kind of tape, so got it fixed right up. After driving around aimlessly hoping to find some kind of organization that could assist us with our registration, we just decided to head out in the dark of night. Now in California, (and pretty much any state) the authorities very well can impound a vehicle that does not have current tags, so we have been paranoid to the point of explosion, not to mention no restful nights unless we are on private property.

Of which Slabs is, and isn't. I am not sure who has jurisdiction on the slabs, but we never got hassled out there, for anything. We were in Slab City until March 22, sadly, missing the Slab City Prom. I didn't really have shoes. We had to head back to Quartsite for a final time this season, having received a ticket for driving without insurance, and having court on the 24th, it was actually really nice going back, the desert blooming, and seeing Freda, and Preacher (rainbow family) Country and Huckleberry. Finding out that there is a gathering April 20, Taos, makes me want to be there.

From Quartsite, West on the 10, back to Yucaipa where it all began. Back to the Goude household, perhaps a bigger motorhome, and baths, glorious baths!

Welcome new followers....

2010-03-04T08:27:00.000-08:00

I'd like to welcome the Munday Family, Just saw your blog yesterday, folks, very planned out, and meticulous, wow, so much planning, I think that you guys are going to have a good time on the road. You are amongst several others that we have met from Vancouver location, in our travels, and our experience is that ya'll are amiable folks. It is good to make plans, but be sure to give yourself extra room and grace, just in case things change a bit, and on the road, you actually want to have a little slack in your itinerary, to allow space for things that you didn't know existed a little space to suprise you. Such as a great camping spot, or a chance encounter with someone who inspires you, or someone who gives you an opportunity to do a good deed, amazing sunsets, that kind of thing. well, stay connected, I look forward to "following" your lives as you share it.

Pippa, my UK friend! I am so glad you found us again, welcome back! So much has changed from then to here, but much is the same, I'd like to invite you visit our mp3 site, and to hear our tunes.

Ahhh, Pixie, my elusive friend, thou art alike the winnowy wisp that peeps at me occasionally betwixt the trees, ageless beckoning and mischeviously grinning as the pixie you are. may the sunlight gently kissing tickling your face, warmth embrace. as the shadows softly slide, graceful melodic to the ancient chime. Peace, hippie!

PO-DUNK PARADISE

2010-03-02T18:40:00.000-08:00

I apologize for lapse in entries, but we have been having a hard time posting, so I write copies then post enmass.

After a grueling time in AZ, we find ourselves resting our wings in what we call our Po-Dunk Paradise, Palo Verde, CA. this is a quiet town, on Highway 78 South of Blythe. the locals are friendly, with a local bar and grill that enjoys our tunes immensly. The Lagoon Lodge, bar and grill, with a friendly atmosphere, offers free darts, fifty cent pool, and regular tournaments, is in the process of building a stage for local and traveling musicians such as ourselves. There are some here who truly care about the community, and I find myself joining these as I concoct waking dreams that could truly benefit this comfortable little place of peace, such as painting and figuring ways to bring much needed business to stimulate commerce here. Right off the Colorado river, Palo Verde beckons to sportspersons, fishing, boating and hunting being the main call as of yet. The owners of much of the town have dreams of their own to include a flea market and occasional festivals to celebrate the many days in life and to break the monotony that entraps many people in thier day to day lives.
We have yet to experience "hippie hole" as the locals fondly brag of a famous camping spot on the river just outside of town. Hos, a local aged hippie recalls many days spent in happy moments, after traveling much as we have, resting and partying down at the river. "At one time, there must have been fifty or so hippies living down there, it was great fun" he recalls. At this moment, the fish and wildlife department is considering building a dock and putting in a ramp... will it change the face of hippie hole forever?? indeedily so, hopefully there will still be a free place to camp there.
Meeting Eloise, the Grandma of the town, owner of the Vintage Shoppery, is open to the Idea of daily swap meets, and there is much land available for use by us travelers and nomadic merchants. May Palo Verde rise in prosperity! Blessings to this fine town! May hippies everywhere have a place to rest, as the weather is just fine, in our Po-Dunk Paradise, Palo Verde.

DEAD as in "THE GRATEFUL"

2010-03-02T18:32:00.000-08:00

not to say we werent in a bad position, but I meant it more as an allegory, or to sum up the feeling you get when you put everything you have into a vehicle that is supposed to be your salvation, then it doesnt run! But thank GOODNESS we found The Isaiah 58 project. oh the goodness! oh the blessings! If i had a million dollars, I know the charity I would give to this place, as an oasis in the desert with fresh water and providence, many great thanks to the Isaiah project

THE GRATEFUL HIPPIES

2010-03-02T18:25:00.000-08:00

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Its closing on March now, we have been in Arizona for almost a month. Our motorhome is coming along, I've discovered that I am somewhat of a mechanic, we havent ben where there is free internet access, so postings have yes, not been as frequent as I'd like. found a great spot to camp along the colorado river, shown to us by friend Tofur. We've met up with our friends Ash and his family again, havent seen them since south Oregon just about 1 1/2 years ago. Lila was only a couple months old then, and weve had Eldon since. They have two little girls and they travel in a school bus named "Incog-neat-o" They are a lot like us, except for the music. She sews and makes all sorts of great hippie stuff, and her kids a fun to hang out with. They've really taken a liking to Lila and play whenever they can.

We still have a few serious issues with the motor home. Our main intent is to use it as a trade-in to get our own converted school bus, so we want to fix it up real nice, because we know it will turn around to be that much nicer as a trade. we need to get a new sky light, and the twelve volt system as yet only need a deep cycle battery as far as we know, and the propane needs a new valve, but the engine runs well on the highway.

as I write this, Lila finds my sewing box !!! threads intermingled and tangled! yikes! break out the toys! It is definetly nice tohave the space in here for the kids to play on the floor. I have been making hand embroidered patches to sell and trade, as well as tradeing for rocks and gems (after all, thats what many people come to Arizona for, not to mention the sublime weather, a little breezy and coll, with the sun shining makes for perfection). Living this life has it's many challenges and drawbacks, but the reflection of that is some mighty peaceful moments, and seeing old friends again adds a huge value to the perameters of lifes struggles. I look forward to many such moments to add to my life's journey.

We hope to come back to Quartsite in the next winter, being a great place to meet up with fellow travelers and swap stories, miscellaneous weirdness and baby clothes.

Dead in the desert

2010-02-07T16:28:00.000-08:00

Ahhh Quartsite, AZ. What a place! consisting of mostly vendors tents and completly temporary structures, I wonder how it works, because you see the same stuff over and over again. There are only a couple of smaller markets, and a handful of (barf) fast food joints. Although I have to say, I utilized them a few times. Did you ever know that McD's will switch an egg for thier $1.00 sausage biscuit? Any how, I don't mean to bore you with my eating , I just don't like greasy meat of unknown substance. yum... mystery meat. thats part of the reason we don't quite frequent feeding places, what do they put in that stuff?? Anyhow, we still really want to set up our bus (unachieved dream) as a soup/tea kitchen where we will always have ability to provide for our family delicious and nutritious meals, and be able to share with our friends, and those who are helping us along with our cause.

So we found a motorhome, a 1974 Dodge, seems to run well, except it wont hold propane for cooking, I'll have to tell you more later....

Quartsite in January

2010-02-01T18:39:00.000-08:00

Cool Laundrymat, they werent lying, free coffee, free wi-fi, a chance to sit and reflect on the past week or so. Living in a van was so challenging, we flew in here with not much more than a wing and a prayer, trying to hold on tho the beautiful things in life, found a FREE CAMPGROUND on the edge of town, then found a flea market site that is "fairly" friendly. BUFFALO DOVES artist co-op of HAND MADE art and things from NATURAL MATERIALS. INDIGENOUS ARTS. We must have just missed the big week, weekend(s) probably the first two weekends of January. We rolled in here with our friends Eric and christy from Vancouver, WA, what a trip! we made it fro slab City in one day, departure time approx. 3:27pm and arriving 11:00pm Driving through the tail end of a storm which included a TORNADO near Blythe that took down a powerline that forced us to backtrack a bit, but it ended up being a shorter trip in the "long run"

So back to Quartsite, set up a booth, first day got commishioned to fashion a leather sheath for a knife that got us started, and found some really cool people doing the same thing.

Slab City, Here We Come

2010-01-23T00:11:00.000-08:00

heded out of Redlands today, of the lashing tail end of a nasty storm, or what could be just a lull in the inclement weather, we headed out of Redlands begrudgingly leaving behind what we call "The Phantom Bus" It is difficult, knowing we don"t have the money, but yet our need is so great for a rolling home, that the pull towards antthing that may be even remotely possile is a strong force that seems to take us to strange and usual. We try hard not to e Bus Lusters, but our dream is so intense that it is easier and more fun to not fight it.

Songs upload

2010-01-18T16:16:00.000-08:00

So now we are atually able to access anytime! Please log on to bandmix to hear our music! hhttp://www.bandmix.com/the-gypsy-amore/

travel itenerary...

2009-02-07T10:09:00.000-08:00

just so you all know, our tentative plans include travelling south.Santa Cruz.. trees, nature.
also navigating this society, hoping for the best, wishing people would start caring for each other and the earth. yeah!

live by love and not by fear

2009-02-07T09:33:00.000-08:00

Ok, Ok, Sorry you guys, for that momentary glimpse of darkness. I suppose everyone goes through that at times, I;ll tell you, things got crazy there, no, I was imagining things to be bad.

I can fathom what you are all thinking, she's crazy, and yes, I am allowing myself a fair amount of insanity to enter my life, but even a greater amount of love to rule.

{IF THERE IS TO BE A LAW< LET IT BE ONE OF LOVE} I know some of you do not understand me, but perhaps as I come to understand myself, and a purpose that I lay before myself, you will come to understand me and life more, too.

I do feel as if an old life passed away, one in which I was constantly dangerously critical of myself, never being able to "meet the mark" so to speak. I'm through with trying to achieve some percieved goal... through written word or religion or whatever. I can say that I am happy in my present situation and I move forward with the reality that I see Divinity;Holiness;LOVE in the sun that shines, the moon that glows, the light that shines in my daughter's eyes, in the trees and rocks, in the smile of my friend and lover, and occasionally in the kind acceptance of me, from another human, who chooses to reach far beyond the strictures of this "world" to live in the light and love of beyond.

I believe that a blending of above and below; he-A-ven;intervene & heal hell.

I CHOOSE TO LIVE BY LOVE AND NOT BY FEAR.

will you please keep the apocalypse to yourselves?

maybe i'll play the lottery today.

I'm sending out love to the world right now, don't be sad that I am here, and you are there. know that my thoughts and blessings are flowing outward like rays of the sun.

2008-11-07T09:40:00.000-08:00

I want everyone to know, Please contact us though our email, pass information to us, give us your mailing address, we are compiling a newsletter that we hope to have mailed by Thanksgiving, it includes our "how cool is your cafe? tour" .... the current project.

EMAIL US!!! thegypsyamore@live.com

2008-11-07T09:11:00.001-08:00

I didn't realize that anyone was paying attention to this blog, sorry, mom, dad, we were finding it too difficult to maintain to our liking, not having the means to update, or post pics, or anything, also we realize that the direction we want to take our "face" is more to the band site, (only so much I can reasonably maintain, guys) so everyone, check us out at: http://blogger.com/sunshineheartfullofloveband/ We will try our best to stay updated, and hey, let us know if you are checking up on our blog, I figured that since no one was saying HEY!!! that no one was paying attention, So to avert having the Sunshine disapearing into oblivion, show some support.

Speaking of which, I want to offer a BIG HUGE thank you to Dad, for supplying a phone to the cause, without which life would be most miserable and disconnected.

So, given a little time, I will most definitely have the new site updated, go ahead and check it out, we've got links to our music, and some good pics.... maybe momma Deni can set us up a picasa album that we can link to our blogger? please mom? :)

WE ARE ever to be known as........

Sunshine Heartfull of Love Band

connecting hearts and souls through music