Gypsy continued

I very much expected to have sorts of ideas and comments about how I have always wanted to really be a gypsy and have a vagabond heart-open to the winds where they may take me, and setting my boots to the dust of a thousand roads, but it didn't happen. I imagined choosing the word would allow me to describe how the very thought of it in my mind developed images of opening flowers and running through high dry grass on an open plain in an unending sky, but it didn't happen. Instead, I think gypsy is incorporated for me entirely in Rumi's words and I wanted to share a poetry video with you all that I find exhiliarating and calming all at the same time. I also wanted to invite someone to volunteer to take the reins up this week and be our next host.

I promise to get around today to comment on everyone's posts (I saw them all and they were wonderful!!) and thank you so much for joining in. So who would like to be "it" this week?