As you may have noticed, our blog is very much based around the Gypsy Life & our Free Spirited ways. Inspired by traveling, people & encountering new ventures with open arms. A way of living which strives on positive energy.
We have always been intrigued by the zodiac, and deciphering our lives by the sun, moon & stars. Whether or not you may follow the retrogrades, it's always fun to get some insight as to why certain things may occur and perhaps give ya some direction ;)
Inspired by Free People's blog today on palm reading, we pulled out our most fav mystical inspo and turnt up our psychic vibes. Grab the babes, make it a beach day and read each other's future!
xxoo JL
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Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
la sirena...
We have always been infatuated and curious about mermaids. This pretty much started when we watched The Little Mermaid for the first time. Ariel, a mermaid AND a princess, I mean, how lucky is she!! I remember spending hours upon hours in my pool pretending I was a mermaid swimming, flipping and combing my hair with a fork (yes this happened) and pretending I too had mermaid tails; Collecting sea shells at the sea and making jewelry out of them; ahh the memories. There's just something so mystical and mesmerizing about them and our obsession continues to this day ! This poem pretty by sums it up:
- Walter De La Mare -
MERMAID
Leagues, leagues over the sea I sail
Couched on a wallowing dolphin's tail.
The sky is on fire, the waves a-sheen,
I dabble my foot in the billows green.
In a sea-weed hat on the rocks I sit,
where tern and sea-mew glide and beat,
and where dark shadows the cormorants meet.
In caverns cool when the tide's a wash,
I sound my conch to the watery splash.
From out their grottos at evenings beam,
the mermaids swim with locks agleam.
Couched on a wallowing dolphin's tail.
The sky is on fire, the waves a-sheen,
I dabble my foot in the billows green.
In a sea-weed hat on the rocks I sit,
where tern and sea-mew glide and beat,
and where dark shadows the cormorants meet.
In caverns cool when the tide's a wash,
I sound my conch to the watery splash.
From out their grottos at evenings beam,
the mermaids swim with locks agleam.
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