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A nomad gypsy travels the mountains of Western North Carolina peddling her crafts. Gypsy Wagon treasures are made with local lore in mind. From the legend of the Brown Mountain Lights, to penny wishing wells and fairy dream vials the Gypsy Wagon is filled with Appalachia nostalgia, storytelling, good luck charms, even tiny homes... If you like taking the road less traveled then hop aboard the Gypsy Wagon.

JOURNEY

Everyone has a journey… Everyone has a story to tell… I tell lots from my real life story to those bursting out of my heart… Everyone has a road they travel filled with pain and with joy… I am always a deep thinker, a brooder at times, mostly a hermit. I am a friend to the end but to call you a friend is a name I do not give out like candy at Halloween…

I am parts of so many things, to my genes, to my location, to my rearing, to my community, to my beliefs… We all walk our own road as well we should. Today is our day and I want to make the best of it.. I draw smiley faces to the thousands I serve each day until 3p.m. It takes less energy to give out kindness than hate… hate is not a feeling I wish to feed… I know it can grow…

It reminds me of the Cherokee saying of the tale of two wolves… It also reminds me of my Momma… She never said a bad thing of a single soul no matter how they sold her out, how they stole, how they ripped at her heart…I know I am not perfect… I know of few who are and almost all are way up above or innocent babies… I lived this life long enough to see the bitterness, the envy, the coveting, the abuse verbal and mental, and yes the physical… I know the way society gears us to want more, to buy more, to indulge more, to mock more…. But I also find inspiration on my muses, my spirit guides, my angels, my Pappa in how I want to walk… I am my own free-soul with free-will and I see my light at the end of dark tunnels, I have felt hands on me as I swerve sleepy back onto the road at 5:30 am… I am part my mother and she never parted from me.

To make things by hand, each nail, each board that was carried up with no power. To go to solar, to boast of your goodwill finds…. I am not vain but I boast of how I can make it our find it… It took my four years to gain one dollar at top performer….. My parents taught me how to survive…They were always work-a-holic’s… but hey we always made due…. That is the American dream…. I may go into later how they never did a getaway vacation.. just the two of them in their entire life.. but that was their choice and road… I work to live but when I don’t work I live larger but working smarter not harder… I have no faith in government now looking out for me.. I could write a Tolkien size book of it.. I make my way because I endure…

I remember one winter.. 500 bucks to fill up my propane.. My father said to me “you are smart you will figure it out… I did I bought a wood stove and I didn’t freeze… I figured it out.

I want everyone out there to feel inspired no matter what it is… Life is too full of crap on the t.v. of woes… There is still good in this world, there is still dreams that can happen if you want it bad enough.

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A gypsyheart....

Just to clarify as often people get really pissed off when you use the term Gypsy that anyone can possess a gypsy spirit. I had years ago a bit of conflict with the term gypsy in a story…. That person felt that only certain people were ever gypsies when in fact gypsies are all over the world…. For my part of the world the gypsies were mostly of Scottish/ Irish background but their lives, their pictures, their stories are in tons of published articles as well as handed down family stories generation to generation. I wish more people realized this… Some were called “tinkerers”others “Wayfarer’s”…..but I just want a chance to say that I mean no disrespect toward anyone but the facts are that gypsy-spirits are very much a part of people today if one would care to read or ask locals or historians… they are all over this world…. I have gypsy in me and it isn’t an insult to admire anything period. There is never anything wrong in finding solace. Today just like long ago in here deep in the mountains a gypsy can remain.