She was born in a colorful Gypsy wagon,
under a magic tree in a mossy wood.
Hers was an easy birth. They called her Tara
because she was born on a starry night,
during the full moon.
She lived in a faraway land, where
the sounds of perfectly tuned mandolins
filled the air with joy and wrapped their
melodies around her heart like a
warm winter blanket.
And yes, there were exotic spices
perfuming the air. Cinnamon, cardamom ,
anise star, and nutmeg. Infusing
and awakening the senses,
whetting her appetite for
a life filled with adventure!
Tara grew into a beautiful woman,
bright like a shining star.
She enjoyed life , keeping time with
her tambourine, while swirling in
a circle of colorful satin ribbons.
As she danced, she shook her hips
and moved to the soundtrack of life.
One day she'd be belly dancing
alone, the next she'd be
doing a cha-cha with the
handsomest guy in the village.
As she grew in years, so did the
Persian carpet of her life. It seemed
to become deeper, richer and more complete.
Each stitch, beautifully woven together with
light colors and dark ones too. In fact,
she began to see it coming together as one
beautiful expression, telling the stories
and secrets of her life.
Maybe one day you will meet Tara.
And how will you know?
Well, she happens to hold her dreams in
a pretty blue pouch
wrapped around her waist.
If you're lucky,
she might hold on to
one of your dreams too!!
Carole of Scoundrels and Rogues gave
me this beautiful trim a few months ago,
which inspired me to create Tara, the
Gypsy puppet. Carole had back surgery
a few days ago. Please think healing
thoughts for her! I dedicate this tale to
her and to Tara who is a bright and
shining star in Paris and a light in
our world. She has a beautiful and
insightful blog called, Paris Parfait.
And might I add,
she lives up to her name!
For more information about Gypsy tales go to: gypsy tales and lore