A gypsy is born from a woman who is not afraid of herself.
A woman who can pull blossoms from the decay and one who can stand to face her monsters.

It is not easy being a woman, much less a free spirit.
It takes a fearlessness,
a hunger for everything true and beautiful;
even when once discovered what she finds is not what most believe to be true and beautiful.

A gypsy exists far from things like comparison and envy.
She sleeps with creatures full of soulfulness and spirit and
basks in the light of the sun and the moon.

A free spirit understands the life or death need for creativity and orchestrates her life around it.