My Bodhisattvas and wise Teachers.

There are people in this world who move and awaken you, like a mirror they reflect the amazing potential that is inherent within, My life has been enhanced, transformed or touched by these beings, My Bodhisattvas, and wise Teachers. 

Introducing or remembering Juliette of the herbs

Have you heard of Juliette de Bairacli Levy, she has subtly changed my life.

A master herbalist, healer of animals, gypsy, holder of knowledge, a radical, naturalist, gardener and mother. I came across her writings years ago, I instantly adopted her as my wild woman empowerer, my wise and knowing grandmother. 

When ever I’m not sure of myself in the realms of healing my children, birthing, believing in the power of nature and its ways, I turn to my Juliette books and within seconds I’m strong again. 

The herbal lore is invaluable, yet it is an essence of this gypsy woman that I most learn from, Its her conviction to live a life that is harmonious, clear, and connected, to rely on natural remedies, body wisdom, and common sense. I get excited about sharing this woman with my friends. Over the years I have passed on three copies of her nature’s children book, instantly regretting it as soon as it’s out of my hand and subsequently ordering a new copy straight away.

A little while ago I heard whispers of a documentary about her, as some of my sisters out their share the Juliette Love, and finally I manifested a copy of it, I watched without blinking, trying to get a feel for this real Juliette, and comparing her with the woman whom I held so highly. I wasn’t disappointed and she lives on for me as a Queen of the herb-bordered roads the traveller’s road, the road of Adventure and belief in nature as nourisher, teacher and healer. 

Besides her herbal knowledge books on humans and animals, she chronicled her remarkable travels, her mothering and the gypsy lore learnt from fellow travellers, these adventures span the world- including Israel, Spain, England, Desert communities of the middle east, Mediterranean islands and the Americas in a series of books. 

I am currently devouring A Gypsy in New York.

If you come across her books, breath it in, there is much to be noted.
Gypsy Lane
by Juliette de Bairacli Levy

You shall die, and I shall die!
Take our places in the sky.
You and she, and he and I,
When the time comes, all must die.
That's a game we would play,
Man and woman, girl and lad,
In gypsy camps far away,
Laughing times, yet passing sad.

Poppy crowns for everyone,
Red rose for the fairest one.
We would shout, King Death to come,
Laughing loudly, turn and run.
Then more the cry! Who will die?
Nor he, nor she, and not I,
Want that fearful power to fly.

We would pass the hours that way,
Bed with Gypsies by cool streams,
Golden days of dance and play,
Harp and flute and tambourines.
But poppy crowns droop and fade, 
Feet grow weary, hearts afraid.
Time kills all in Gypsy Glade,
Flower and tree, man and maid.

Gone the Gypsies, every one,
All who played the Gypsy game,
Left the earth, its mirth and fun,
Starry nights and hyacinth lane.
None can play that game alone,
Thus I want to hear the cry,
Come now! Leave thy earthy home,
Join the Gypsies in the sky.

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