May Days

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May Represents ‘FIVE

Welcome May,

You have an exciting assignment this month.

Let go of the old to make space for change.

Freedom and new adventures” are calling and you will have all the help that you need from the universe.

Pick a challenging goal, changing something about your self, improving your lifestyle or achieving success in a chosen area. Know what you want. Pay attention to the motives that give you the most excitement and then make it happen.

Tap into your sense of fearless adventure. Take risks and break old patterns. Still, beware that too many changes can bring chaos. Don’t scatter your potential; use your freedom in a productive manner.

Needless to say, even the best of us are scared silly when it comes to change. And then to change something without knowing exactly what’s next?

Yet that is what’s required in the month of May.

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Numerology Daily Matters
@healingvictoria

by Torch Light

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Image Caption ~ It’s Me, Vilder

 

“Use your will,” she urged,

“but I’m so out of practice” I sighed…

“Where had this all gone wrong?” I thought,

feeling like a complete idiot, for sure.

 

In the curious alchemy of our alliance,

my wild child had remained silent inside.

Rekindling of past memories,

i’m so out of practice, it now seems a tragedy.

 

Hiding under covers together, had been a lark,

trading secretive stories in the dark.

In the comfort and quiet of nights time talk,

searching with delight to find out more.

 

Adventures, mystery, legends and myths,

had all been encapsulated into our childhood tryst.

A bright spark of light, shined in depths of soul,

candor and incandescence had glowed.

 

Hearing foot steps walking towards the door,

“Oh no” in consternation, wanting to continue to explore.

As the latch turned, Mom had stood there with a grin.

enquiring “do you know what time this is”?

 

“But it is my wish to find out more,

i would beg, plead, insist and implore.

While trying to look all serious and tough,

Mom would say “Now that is enough”

 

“Hand me that torch, put that book down,

no, don’t give me that frown, or scowl”

Although, secretly I knew, that Mom had been pleased,

to see, that her daughter, delighted to read.

 

My beloved teacher, who had shown me how to spell,

the happiness in our amity, i remember so well.

Victoria Healing ~ 29.4.2019.

By Torch Light ~ Hey Momma

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Rhyme in Verse
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Finders, Keepers

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“Curiosity is the truth and the creative way of living.
~ Elizabeth Gilbert.

 

“At one point, I asked her “where are we heading”?

she replied, get ready, let’s go back to the beginning.

 

…In those moments of synchronicity,

she’d known that events had not happened coincidentally,

One small gesture of mind,

affected everything, unlimited by space and time.

 

Inhaling the freshness of hope in the air,

opportunities were found, when she concentrated there.

Touching the spaces within each moment,

in concentration, she created and began composing.

 

In the web of karmic, cause and effect,

she took messages and notes on which to reflect.

Without agenda or expectation of reward,

finding answers to what her soul had always sought.

 

Suspended between the joys and sorrow,

looking forwards, she was ready for positive tomorrows.

She was in charge of how she could see,

the web of the universe, had, had her back consistently.

 

Eliminating other sounds from her awareness,

to find within, the voice of her spirit messenger.

In the divergence of her mind,

the hunter and the hunted, were gathering to reunite.

 

Each spoke about their own potential and how,

all possibilities, are infinitely endless now.

Promising allegiance to her own self, to be true.

she greeted her inner child and their alliance was renewed.

 

Ready now, to initiate their original bonds of friendship,

beyond the timelessness, of their shared existence.

 

Victoria Healing ~ 28.4.2019

Finders, Keepers ~ Hey Momma

 

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Rhyme in Verse
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Shades of play

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Image Credit ~ Warrior Soul Sisters

 

“Never fear shadows.

They simply mean there’s a light shining somewhere nearby” ~ Ruth E. Renkel

 

and she answered,

“Was it I who spoke?

Was I not also the listener?”

 

…chasing ghosts in eerie outlines,

flickering visitors, back from ancient aeons of time.

Hazy silhouettes, reverberating into shapes,

interposed within the lucidity and mystical of opaque.

 

In the blurring, dark figures had formed profiles,

rays intercepted of bright sources from light.

As the trees cast long shadows across lawns,

mirroring each other, new spectres begin to form.

 

Follower of shadows, after the waking of the sun,

daylight had been broken and the conjuring had begun.

Anchored apparitions, forming differing hues in sight,

painting echoes from another world, then portrayed as night.

 

Finding In the shadows, those enchanting places,

where the super natural, transmutes and rearranges.

Trusting in a much greater wisdom,

paralleling those phantoms, of mortal indecision.

 

Learning from all of the shadows, that she had seen,

She had found, that one is but the shade of the other to glean.

Victoria Healing ~ 27.4.2019

Shades of Play

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Image Credit ~ Stacie Martin

“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious” ~ Carl Jung 

Rhyme in Verse
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Heart Strings

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Long before being introduced to rational thinking, she had sensed life,

…but she couldn’t decide,

If she was a weed, wildflower, tree or a vine?

 

But still, she kept on going,

With in her own senses of knowing.

Daring her inner child to grow,

in places that she had always been told ‘no’

 

Digging in, wherever she could,

rising upwards, had made her feel good.

Offering services to others, in need,

was her intrinsic comfort, in ‘deed’

 

However, the backbone of her own work,

had never been encouraged or heard.

With determination, to blossom and grow,

in her heart, she found the twines of her soul.

 

She was not her job, or her job title,

she was growing into “her” and that is most vital.

Honouring herself, on her journey,

listening intently, to what she had been learning.

 

Feeling ignored and unappreciated, was a key,

the onus was on her, to pursue her own needs.

Some saw a weed,

some, saw a tree,

others had seen a flower,

She had seen, her own spirit and power.

 

This everlasting, thought provoking Vine,

makes me believe, that she will be just fine …

Victoria Healing ~ 26.4.2019

Heart Strings

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“No one knows what you have been through or what you have seen, but I can reassure you ~ whatever you have conquered, it shines through your mind.” ― Nikki Rowe

“We grow up with such an idealistic view on how our life should be; 
love, friendships, a career or even the place we will live ~ 
only to age and realise none of it is what you expected & reality 
is a little disheartening, when you've reached that realisation; 
you have learnt the gift of all, any new beginning can start now 
and if you want anything bad enough you'll find the courage to 
pursue it with all you have. ― Nikki Rowe
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Waters Edge

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Image Credit ~ Dwellingup Adventures

 

“Under water?”

… “No, not me” I laughed,

 

Through a gap and a surge,

water channels drop and suddenly submerge.

Eyes onto horizons, in the far distance,

navigating forwards, flowing submissive.

 

Manoeuvring obstacles, to get to the other side,

floating with the effervescence of currents and tides.

Watching out for rocks and obstacles, up front,

paddling steadily around bumps, gliding over thrusts.

 

Enormous whirlpools, eddies and flows,

nutrient rich water rises up, from depths below.

Riding above choppy foams, dispersing the rough,

Cues then, to ask; “Are you determined enough”?

 

Feeling weightless, moving ever gracefully,

calming of senses, recognition of own abilities.

Floating, or paddling towards the ledge?

rowing beyond boundaries, to find your own edge.

 

When navigating the Murray River in Dwellingup town.

armed, only with wet suits, canoes, paddles and towels…

 

Little, had i known, back then,

when participating in a “Wild Women’s” weekend.

How the adventures of our White Water Rafting,

would become a metaphor, in stress handling.

Victoria Healing ~ 24.4.2019

Waters Edge

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“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into 
it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will 
not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, 
and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. 
If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.” 
― Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

 

“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.”
― e.e. cummings, 

Rhyme in Verse
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Be Wilder

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“Let me explain something to you”

 

…locked away in a dreary dungeon, office block,

of her own true nature, she had entirely forgot.

Finally, released from her work, in corporate media,

she found, that she had been left, with anxiety and hysteria.

 

Trying to find her missing, bonds and links,

desperately searching, for her natural, ‘wilder’ instincts.

Spatial connections, absent since birth,

her bare feet, longed to tread upon the grounding of earth.

 

Adventuring off, to find freedom and peace of mind,

wondering where, had she lost those feelings? How could she find?

…she knew, that she had an inexhaustible, hunger for wild,

ever since, mislaying her inner abandoned child.

 

Sand in between toes, dirt and soil under feet,

becoming wilder again, in countryside, she yearned to feel.

Inside, her soul, searched desperately, to find,

her lost love, in the bewilderment and beauty of life.

 

Where she didn’t have to hurry,

she didn’t have to worry,

She didn’t need to fuss,

and she didn’t need to rush…

 

Finally, as she touched the domains of the wilds,

at long last, she awoke her sleeping, inner spirit, child.

Victoria Healing ~ 23.4.2019

Be Wilded ~ Hey Momma

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Rhyme in Verse
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Betwixt and between,

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Between the stars, earth, sun and moon,

melodies play, in rhythmic tune.

silence, stops, between a note,

aligning perfectly within harmonic tones.

Quiet moments, to pause, in between,

time, parallels space, as enchantment dreams.

Victoria Healing ~ 22.4.2019

Betwixt and Between ~ Hey Momma

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Image Credit ~ Soul Rhythms
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Healing, in, Sanity

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Image: The Art of Brian Kesinger ~  Steampunk Alice 

“We always have a tendency to see those things that do not exist and to be blind to the great lessons that are right there before our eyes.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Pilgrimage (Good Reads)

 

“I’m ready to talk”

“about what”?

…”being buried alive”

On the day, that i had left school,

after being fashioned into a mechanised tool.

Go off now, to work,

don’t you dare doubt, question, or shirk.

We, a parade of masked children filed out of our institutes,

obediently, following their man made, academic rules.

completely reformed, altered, changed,

all reorganised, different and rearranged.

Our vow to humanity,

that, we would lose our own inborn sanity.

Afraid to break, those oaths of obedience,

the living dead, zombie- filed,  perpetually serious.

No time to spare for enjoyment, or play,

clocking into work machines each day.

Ever so politely, going against our own nature,

as society says, “let cash, compensate you”

Then, on opening our eyes, one day,

realising that something important, has gone astray.

Darkness then, becomes reassuring,

dreams anew ‘you’ to follow each morning.

Something healing, deep inside, awakes,

where are YOU for goodness sake?

Now, time is pressing, in the ether of essence,

YOU must now find within, your OWN presence.

Victoria Healing ~ 22.4.2019

Healing, in, Sanity

Inspired by “The Pilgrimage” ~ Paulo Coelho

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She Let Go of My Hand…

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Image Credit ~ Soul Rhythms

 

“Everything seemed possible, when I looked through they eyes of a child. And every once in a while; I remember, I still have the chance to be that wild.”
― Nikki Rowe

 

Every person within hearing range, stopped to look,,,

 

As i was screaming, at the top of my lungs,

in fear, dread and a great panic,

i ‘d squeezed her hands tightly,

knowing that ‘I’ was about to vanish.

 

… but,

She had let go of my hand,

as i was forcibly dragged away, into a foreign land.

I yelled and shouted for her to come back,

as my world turned, into shades of black.

 

Discipline, by fear,

the rule, that they had held dear.

No understanding or care,

kindness was forbidden, to share.

 

“Sit up straight, look at me”

don’t dream of what you want to be.

Look here at the sad and the grey,

learn your alphabet in this repetitive, boring way.

 

Add up these numbers,

no time, for fun, play or slumber.

Speak only, when you are asked to,

don’t do, what you want to do…

 

Pay attention, follow, these rules,

indoctrination, was their tool.

On that first day, my Mom took me to school,

…was when i first began, to feel the blues.

 

Now, i am beginning to see,

exactly where, i’d lost my interest and curiosity,

in the wonders, of life’s magic and its mysteries.

Victoria Healing ~ 21.4.2019

It’s my, Turn

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“You will find more happiness growing down than up” ~Author Unknown

 

 

Class sizes in the 1950s and early 1960s were large, often over 30 children to a class, as these were the ‘baby boomers’, children born after the Second World War. There were no classroom assistants, just the class teacher and so discipline was strict. It was quite common for a disruptive child to be rapped over the knuckles, on the buttocks or on the palm of the hand with a ruler.

https://www.historic-uk.com/CultureUK/Schooldays-in-the-1950s-1960s/