Sunsets are red,
the ocean is blue,
poems are hard,
so drink wine 😀
wandering off to where there was no wifi for the week,
catch up at Carnarvon, Western Australia only 250 km’s to go on Australia’s Coral Coast
Step one. Get in your car.
Step two. Drive as far away from suburbia as possible.
Step three. Find a #freecamp, gaze at the real world and stop there.
Free overnighter on the banks of the Murchison River
Galena Bridge on Australia’s Coral Coast
Did you see the Dragonfly?
Locals in the know told us that when you see dragonflies, its time to follow the sun further up North of Western Australia, as if we needed an excuse.
we have an aversion to four walls and clocks
Cancel search and rescue!
Our life is now 50% should we stay here?
or 50% should we go tomorrow?
WARNING: This is the real world!
Camping outdoors, can cause peace of mind, body and spirit!
If symptoms persist… carry on.
Still here at Coronation Beach, free to air
The furry girls are back in town
Hotels are for wimps, go straight outdoors…
Stay there 😝
Reel life in a bush campsite
Australia’s Coral Coast
Just checking in to our own private beach patio…
… we’ve gone to blazes
How about this FREE CAMP?
Million dollar views from our caravan door
Could we get any closer to the ocean?
Do you want a glass of champers while you take in the views? …
Half a dozen caravans perched along the edge of the beach
Only a few sandy footsteps to the ocean, so, easily within reach
As we begin another road trip stop over at Freshwater Point
This is the beginning of our Journey, what more could we want.
To us, the ocean is beckoning, come hither
Although Shire rangers stopped by yesterday
Reminding us that we can only camp free here for another three days
Well, I suppose that’s what you get, when there are no fees paid.
Natural vistas, ocean-lapping sounds,
Smells of beach campfires burning at night
Sausages in the fry pan
Flames blazing red and orange
Glowing and crackling, warmly and bright
Looking up at the brilliance of the stars come evening.
Lighting up over our heads, iridescent lights twinkling all seeing.
Oh look, there is the Milky Way high up in the distance
Being reminded of our indigenous legends.
There are some myths that say
That the spirits live up in the coloured streams of that Milky Way.
Otherwise know as the Stars of the Souls,
Traversing these ancient diverse lands, in a caravan
Ticking off another of our wish list goals
Our world now looks turqoise blue and shades of sand
With that certain natural outdoorsy smell
This kind of lifestyle makes us both feel
Free, healthy, happy and exceeding well.
Next free camp will be at Coronation Bay
That is now only about 100 km’s away,
Weather so perfect at this time of year…
Can you imagine yourself?
Road tripping here?
Victoria Healing ~ 10.5.2018
A Freshwater point of view ~ Hey Momma
Name: Little Freshwater Point Rest Area
Street: Indian Ocean Drive
State or Territory: Western Australia
- Amenities Block
- Pet Friendly
Another BYO everything site, overlooking the Ocean
I can’t help smiling when I think of a ‘Wish’
Are they mixed up concoctions you’ve stirred around and within
A dream, a fantasy, a plan, a hope or a kiss?
In my poems, all of these wishes can come true
As a writer, writing about my own imaginary world to you!
But when I try too hard to express to impress
Words just vanish away and I feel an emptiness
So now I’ve found a way to slow down my soul
Where hopes and wishes mysteriously, gently unfold
It is the same wish that I wish for you…
A wish upon a star
With bright lights shining ever tenderly
Towards your heart
See your wishes as they become real
Oh yes, there it is
That dreamy like emotion, can you feel?
Don’t hold your passion and persistence back
Your wishes will come true if you take time to ponder what
Victoria Healing ~ 7.5.2018
Wishing will ~ Hey Momma
Wish upon a Moon
“Passion is different from interest. Those who are just interested in things have the “wish”, but passionate people have the “will”.”
― Israelmore Ayivor,
Writers under pressure are, in present tense.
“I tell you now…
I am never lonely or bored writing, reading or listening to words”
Don’t get me wrong
Poems are meant for scrabbling, jotting, trialling, testing and exploring.
So, do follow on,
“Be your own kind of spontaneous”
I think that each day,
Everyone should read or write a love letter, quote or a Poem.
Words from some perpetual dimension, to keep your spirits in the zone to over flowing
It’s just like a feeling of cool calm, relaxed, but alert
Scrabbling chats back, to focus on all that they are worth.
Deep within the flow of prayer, thinking and calm,
Evocative senses of deep meditation, aligned with a sprinkling of stars.
Moonbeams and magic beaming glimmers through…
Sighing in awe and gulping as you interpret those messages sent there seemingly just for you.
Quickly, rush to grab your pen
Scramble those memos and whispers from who knows where,
The realisation that these are some reminders of ‘what you could do’ floats in.
Ethereal worlds of magic, mystery and dreams
They can’t help but burst forth, exploding at the seams.
Words perpetually pulsing through your veins,
Like hurricanes they urge onwards their words to be saved.
Lost in writing, surreal, drifting with divine intervention
Beckoning forwards on invisible pathways of purpose and intention.
Trying not to circumnavigate, misinterpret or evade those words
Sensing that flow and listening in intently to what you have just heard.
Universal signals turning right, then forwards, far out and beyond
A special connection as if, consumed by your own lyrical songs
Memos, rhymes or verse
Whatever you may choose
When lost in the depths of writing poetry,
There is nothing ever to lose.
Relaxed, but alert
Catching the depth, analysing those whispered words
Pen in hand, laptop in the fore
What other sentences and meanings might you explore?
Spellbound by words
Charmed by a verse
Freedom of feelings
Filling your heart with melts of wonders and mirth.
Listen intentionally to what you are hearing
Then pay attention to your
What then is your ear-worm for today?
Get your pen ready, don’t edit,
Just run on the lines,
I hear you may not like to write…
Well that is okay,
There are others out there
Who also share their own creative inner sights
I’d remind you to read just one poem a day
Letting some new perspectives write out
And read along with me
Victoria Healing ~ 6.5.2018
Talking Notes ~ Hey Momma
“That’s the thing about magic; you’ve got to know it’s still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.” ― Charles de Lint
Swing out Sisters