Baby Names

Girls:

1: Zahena Sylvaina
 Zahena (deep thinker, intelligent, intellectual) Sylvania (from the forest)

2: Mahala Lillian

Boys:

1: Zeke Patrick

2: ? no clue on second boy name yet... LOL!

No we are not expecting, but Robby and I like to dream and get stuff settled, so when the time come, tis just one less stress.  And it lets us day dream and plan for the future.

~ Morria

New Digs...

 Well, we have made it safely to Kansas after our grand adventure.  Tsalagi, the truck, has served us well!  We made it to my god mother, Donna's, for Thanksgiving... then traveled on to Kansas the next day.  We had a full truck bed.  Everything of value that we owned was in that truck, from my guitar, Truth, to my Victorian Wardrobe, to the mini Navajo rug, from Mo.  Kentucky to Kansas is along drive, but my dad was nice enough to call for a motel just out side of St. Louis for us.

Our new place is an apartment in the back of a church in their basement that they use for charity or special cases.   So as this is an emergency, and no one was using it, they gave it to us.  Sure, it has one small window, red carpet, a bed on pallets on floor... but it is our's for at least 6 months while we get on our feet.  A few room dividers, a coffee table and floor chairs, and I am sure I can make this place feel like home in no time.  A place to think and refocus after this great trauma has be fallen us.
Now, this gypsy goth gal needs to crash into bed and sleep sound for the first time in ages!

~ Morria

Disowned ?!?

I dont know where this came from... here we are staying with some family, and there is a big old fight.  I step in and defend verbally my husband.  That turns on me... Now I am a witch, who poisoned Robby's mind, tricked him into planning to go to the Navajo (He has been going summers since 1995, I have only known him since 2004?), and I am doing dark magic.  Umm... NO!  Not only that, my Grandmother and my Mother must be witches too!  No, it is not true.    Robby stepped in and defended me after they had turned on me.  He demanded an apology, as they had not only disrespected his wife, but also a pastor's wife (my mom), and a talented RN who was no longer living to defend herself (my grandma).

That backfired.  Instead of them apologies, we were given 24 hrs to get all our stuff we wanted out of the house, and we were told that from that point on we are totally disowned.  At least we have my truck, Tsalagi, and my family still.  I hate leaving Immanuel Baptist Church, but good bye Kentucky.  Tis not safe for us here.  Maybe when things calm down we will be back.  Dine Bikeyah is still calling, and Kansas is half way there.  Onward... and back to the Gypsy Road it seems... and just when I was getting a wee bit settled in too... *La sigh!*  God help us!

~ Morria

My new Truck, Tsalagi!

I got it, my own truck!   It is a 1984, Ford F-150 in tan that I have dubbed Tsalagi.  Yeah, I know I am 26 years old and it is 10 year later than most of my friends, but I have my own truck at last.  Not bad though, when one takes into account I just got my licence back in September!  LOL!  I am so happy, we have wheels!  Now this gypsy road of a life we live will be more do able.  All the churches we need to visit, and the sharing we need to do, all the trips back and forth to the Navajo.... Now we can!  At last!  "Thank you, Daddy-God! Amen!"

~ Morria

Cornerstone - 2009

What a festival!  This was my first ever Cornerstone and I spent it as a Staff person... which was awesome!!!  We were assigned to help out at the Asylum Tent, which is a safe haven for subculture folks. Many of our friends including Mo, Cecily, and Skot and Rachel of Leper hang out/worked at that tent so it was awesome.  We also camped behind the tent.  I am sooo thankful I brought my bike, "Meg", as she helped me get around the fest much faster.  Thus I was able to see and do more on my breaks.



I was exposed to so many bands but the three that stood out the most were Leper, Crossing, and Men As Trees Walking.  Yes, I know that is a strange mix, but then when has my taste as a gypsy gal not been strange?  
I also found us: a didgeridoo for Robby, a clay drum from India for me, plus a Celtic Wedding/Hand Fasting Tapestry (based off a drawing from the Book of Kells) for our wall, plus some assorted small items, all in the vendor tents!  ^_^

But I think my favorite part was the rain coming...  For one it cooled everything off; it had been stinking hot before and playing with my health.  Secondly, it meant I could do more.  Thirdly, it meant so many went mud bathing and mud sliding. LOL.  That was a blast.  I just wish I had time to do the mud sliding.  Maybe another time.

~ Morria

Misty Morning

'Tis a gray misty morn, and I am on the Road again!  I am heading out this morning from Chicago to St. Louis, to Columbia, MO, and then to Kansas City.  From Kansas City, it will be on to Wichita via a ride with my Dad.  I got a front top row seat on the Megabus so I have windows on three sides.  All I have with me this journey is my carry on (army green backpack) and purse (the green army bag).  As my little black mp3 player plays the music of my gypsy goth soul, I watch the land scapes change before me... as Chicago gives way to country.

'Tis so hard to leave Robby behind, even just for a week... But to be honest, he will have a blast at Ichthus Festival.   The strange whispers of the wind are like the sound of my heart crying as the wheels of the Megabus carry me farther and farther from my love.  Yet the green of the grass and the trees, both so long unseen, bring comfort to my heart.  Journey onward!

~ Morria

Silvery Night

Alone have I stood on the journey
No one who could share my heart
Alone have I been in my sorrows
No one who could share my joys

On a silvery night, love did come to life
Two hands to join as hearts do sing
On a summer's eve, love found me
Two now to journey on
Together in heart and thought.

© 2009 MMN

~ Morria