Wander Land

Image: Steve Thomas Jones
Wander Land 
Picturing the majestic forests of trees,
all stress was gone and heart put at ease.
Wandering down a path of fond memories,
as a daughter of Welsh descendants.

How could one possibly, simply express, 
those delightful feelings of happiness.
Peaking mountains of the green and wild,
all city life deleted with nature reconciled. 

Precious trips with Mom to visit my Celtic family,
childhood days, made me lighthearted, happy.
The lands of poet; Dylan Thomas and Tom Jones,
and of the glorious golden daffodils back home.

The corner shops, the warmth of hospitality,
seas of blue bells, amidst olde oaks in valley. 
Chopping seas, the cool winding streams, 
in reminiscing; this is what Wales means to me.

Visualising myself amongst these lovely things,
to remember what this memorial day brings.
A reminder of my angelic Mom, now today,
and that it should have been her birthday.

Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom,
time slips by and life has gone on. 
But from our hearts you’ve never gone.

We think about you always,
and we talk about you too.
We have so many happy memories,
but we wish we still had you. 

Always loved, forever missed.
Until we meet again 
2.2.2022

‘Obsessed by our childhood tales, we spend our lives searching for our magic door back to our lost wonder lands ‘

 

‘My beautiful Wales is awash with Bluebells and the odd Daffodil. I think they compliment each other beautifully. Taken at Ten Acre Wood, Margam’ ~ Steve Thomas Jones

Heaven Scent

Roxy




Heaven Scent

It had been a dreadful choice,

but she’d had no voice.

We facing our ultimate test,

to give our darling furry baby rest.

That pleading look in her eyes;

we couldn’t ignore or deny.

She was so tired and weary,

we were despairing and teary.

That dreaded day had come,

this most painful deed was done. 

We broken hearted; then next morning,

behold, a scented message came pouring.

as if to say;

‘Don’t fret, mom, I haven’t gone away’

That floral, honey, sweet aroma,

our spirits, were uplifted, sobered.

The fragrance of Jasmine, sensual, exotic, 

we have never forgotten it. 

Now, each year on the anniversary of Roxy’s passing,

that Jasmine tree blooms, as if ‘ever lasting’ 

Today, as, I now smell this scent,

I remember that it is, Heavenly sent.

Victoria Healing ~ 16.2.2022

Everlasting

 

Our hearts were broken on this day, February 16, a year ago, when we lost our beautiful gypsy princess ‘Roxy’

We never really “get over” the loss of our furry babies, but we learn how to better cope with it. There’s not a single day that we haven’t missed you … 

Roxy Healing

26.12.2008 ~ 16.2.2021

Forever in our Hearts.

 

Jasmine is considered a symbol of affection and eternal love and to honour the dead.

In India Jasmine is used to honour the dead. Many believe that jasmine is symbolic of divine hope and spirituality.

https://home.onehowto.com/article/symbolic-and-spiritual-meaning-of-jasmine-flowers-6091.html#anchor_1

 

Extrasensory Perception Through Scent ~ (Clairalience)

When you catch the signature scent of your loved one in spirit or a scent that simply reminds you of time you spent with that person, it could be a sign that his or her spirit is near.

https://www.ask-angels.com/spiritual-guidance/clairalience/

Angel Status

Image: Dolores O’Riordan FB

Are You Listening?

Happy Rock and Roll Heavenly Birthday

Dolores O Riordan

Remembering Dolores Mary Eileen O’Riordan who was born on this day 6th September (1971) – The Irish soprano, who led the Cranberries to worldwide fame as one of the most popular bands of the 1990’s. With a Celtic-inspired singing style that sometimes included yodelling and a thick Limerick accent, she made no attempt to hide.  Her first solo album, ‘Are You Listening’ was released in May 2007 and Dolores powered the band’s best known hits such as ‘Zombies’ and ‘Linger’…

dolores the journey halls of record keepers

Image: The Journey

ODE TO MY FAMILY

I first heard Dolores’ angelic voice in the early 90’s. Her songs seemed to be poems infused with syllables full of music. The vibes of her lyrics always penetrated deep into the heart, of my soul. I am overwhelmed with emotions, tears and memories on hearing this, my favourite song:

You Tube: ode to my family. the cranberr!es

“Ode To My Family”

‘My mother

My mother she’d hold me

She’d hold me

When I was out there’ ~ Dolores O’Riordan

ANGEL STATUS 

I hear the echoes of this lullaby, like a prayer, reminding me of my own Mom and the tears still fall when I play this. Perhaps Dolores was a Healing Angel, she always seemed so fragile to me ~sort of the way I’d picture guardian angels, translucent and delicate. I sigh now, at how quickly life has passed by. It seems impossible to exhaust these memories, they help me to find that silver lining and I’m happy to let them Linger. Enjoy your family while you have them.

In Numerology

Dolores’ Birth Date adds up to Life Path: (Master Number): 33

Meaning. ’33’ Spiritual Messenger. Avatar.

Dolores had a special purpose. She was a reformer who had a strong desire to make the world a better place in which to live. She absolutely fulfilled her mission.

Image: Dolores O’Riordan. FB

LIGHTEN UP

Dolores last message sent from New York, October 2014

‘Erase human disgrace… hostility is bad and Human greed is sad …

People must accept each other for what we are … no changin’ no rearrangin’, no pushing no shovin, just sweet harmonies…

Beautiful people everywhere !!!!

Enjoy your life, lighten up’ 

Love Dolores O’Riordan

DOLORES IS WATCHING OVER US ALL

DO DO DO 

‘Like-minded people are drawn together, but sadly with Dolores gone,

All that we have left are her memories and lyrics of her songs.

Thank you dear Dolores for helping us cope our tough times through,

Your thrilling voice, Ode’s to our family and … ‘Du, Du, Du’

~ Victoria Healing

another head hangs lowly…

http://cranberriesworld.com/2014/10/17/oriordan-emerges-from-shadow-in-nyc/

Smiles

Mom and me

Happy Heavenly Mother’s day, to my beautiful Mom

It was six years ago, that I began writing these love letters to my Mom, in the blogosphere. 

‘It has taken a long time, to understand that my Mom’s love will never die.

and finally, after these all years, I can smile, instead of cry.

Victoria Healing ~ 9.5.2021

“One day you’ll realise that your Mom was the best friend, you never knew you had”

‘Mothers never really die,

they just keep the house up in the sky.

They polish the sun by day and light,

the stars that shine at night.

Keep the moonbeams silvery bright,

and in the heavenly home above,

they wait to welcome those they love.’— Helen Steiner Rice

Wake up with a Unicorn

  
WAKE UP WITH A UNICORN 

’You don’t know anything about me’ Zoonie sighed,
her jaw tightly clenched, settling down for the night.
’Well whose fault is that’? Cornelius retorted’
all of my friendly attempts, you have thwarted’ 

‘I’m an enchanted Horse with a sword on my head,
a protector of magic, happiness and dreams ahead.
If you have a Unicorn to be your best friend,
you are extra special and on me you can depend’ 
 
Zoonie glanced over,  twinkling hopes, on her face,
‘Okay then, let’s begin with a furry hug of embrace’
Cornelius whispered back in welcoming response
‘Let go of your grief Zoonie, it’s time to move on’

Cornelius advised that there be just one rule:
‘Remember stars sparkle, between me and you.
Two precious hearts in a a mystical union,
now begins the alchemy of happiness infusion. 

It will be sweet to see Zoonie laughing again, 
this is a true story, I wish to have a happy end. 
Victoria Healing ~ 7.4.2021
WAKE UP WITH A UNICORN 
Image:
Zoonie and Cornelius 

Has a Unicorn ever crossed your path? 

The mythical unicorn has long been a source of enchantment. Solitary, swift and graceful, the unicorn had a single spiralling horn growing from its forehead. Sought by many, the unicorn’s horn was said to have medicinal and magical properties. 

It is said that Unicorn energy heals what ails you

Unicorn Symbolism & Meaning

Happy International day of the Unicorn on April 9th.

Same, but Different

THE SAME, BUT DIFFERENT
“Don’t bother” Zoonie mutters,
‘I don’t want a new sister or brother’
I’m so lost and confused,
I need my best friend’ she continues.

Feeling my heart pull and pinch, 
because she doesn’t respond or flinch.
Everything was different and she knew,
a huge void in our lives was the clue.

She’d ignored her new purple friend,
as he followed every where she went.
Trudging each room, no place to just be,
she looks forlorn and pitifully at me.

Tail limply tucked down under,
you can see her sigh and wonder. 
Eyebrows tightly scrunched into frown, 
still searching and looking around.

Her new mate patiently waits and stares,
but you can see Zoonie doesn’t care.
Her childlike sense of wonder and awe,
is lost, she’s different than before. 

The same comfy sofa and fluffy bed,
but still, she mournfully droops her head.
The day that she lost her darling sister, 
nothing in the world comforts or assists her.

Her new purple unicorn is bigger than she,
I hope that they make friends eventually. 
Victoria Healing ~ 6.4.2021.
The Same, but Different

Image: Zoonie with wanna be friend Cornelius, the Purple Unicorn.

DOGGY GRIEF

It’s been a long six weeks since we lost our darling Roxy.

Roxy was more a mother than sister to Zoonie. It breaks my heart to see the sadness and confusion in Zoonie’s eyes. She is grieving for her soulmate. How do you explain to your dog that her best friend will never be coming back?

Happy Birthday

Dear Mom, 

Happy Birthday in Heaven

It’s been thirteen long years, 
since you left and went away.
I still love and think about you,
each and every day.

The love that we shared,  
was an unbreakable bond.
I hold you safely in my heart, 
knowing you will never be gone.

Your love, kindness and caring, 
laughs, chats and sharing.
There can be no comparing.

Sadness hits me harder today,
as I remember your birth day. 

 💕💫💕 

“Everything is temporary, but love 
outlives us all”

https://justsayins.wordpress.com/ancestry-and-cultural.../


“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”― Jamie Anderson

Heart Broken

 
 
Our grief comes in waves, as we recall our happiest days.
 

 Zoonie wants to express our heartfelt thanks on behalf of her sister Roxy, for the sympathy you have shown towards our family during our time of loss.
 

 Roxy fell asleep at home, in the arms of her loved ones.
 

 Life will never be the same without Roxy.
 

 Our hearts are broken. 
 

 We have to remember to remind ourselves that 
 

 “Whenever grief tries to steal the beauty of our memories, that our Love. Never. Dies”
 

 We are deeply grateful to you all. 
 With our love and appreciation
 Thank you
 
 Our beautiful Gypsy Princess
 

 Roxy Healing 
 26.12.2008 ~ 16.2.2021 
 Forever in our hearts 


 A Bitter Pill

 Thank you Dr Andrea: Mobile Vet Visits And Lisa at Passing Paws Pet Cremations  

Waking the Dead

WAKING THE DEAD
People had been knocking at the door,
all of the dear people she’d known before. 
“Do come in, I’m glad that you’ve called”
a sorrowful voice, floated down the hall.

“Would you like a slice of *funeral cake, 
a cup of tea, or perhaps a drop of ale”? 
Flowers proffered with words of concern,  
her whole world had now been upturned. 

Windows were opened, curtains closed.
sweet scents filled the air, candles glowed.
The wake (gwyinos) had been held last night, 
eating and drinking, til today, morning light. 

Now laid out in her best Sunday dress,
ready to receive her mournful guests.
Mirrors had been turned towards walls,
it’s pointless to look at herself, after all.

It was 11am when the ‘corpse bell’ rang,
preparations for her next journey began.
Black gloves worn, as respectful of day,
as beloved ones, gently carried her away. 

At Church, prayers and psalms were sang,
a silver coin, given to the gravedigger man. 
Before they covered her body over, in coffin,
sprigs of rosemary, had softly been dropped in. 

Her physical death had not been the end,
eternal life, had now become her best friend. 
In the olde traditional Welsh funeral style, 
this is how ancient burial rites were applied.
Victoria Healing ~ 24.10.2020 
WAKING THE DEAD

The Wake:

is called Gwylnos and happens the night before the burial takes place.

https://www.caerphillyfuneralservices.com/welsh-funeral-traditions/

Funeral Cake

Traditional Recipe

http://recipecircus.com/recipes/billk54/Cakes__Pies_3/Welsh_Funeral_Cake.html

Corpse Bell

In Aberystwyth During the 1800s, if a burial was due to take place, it was customary for a man to walk around the town ringing a Corpse Bell. He would walk along and, every dozen steps he would stop and ring out one solemn stroke on his bell. (In the 21st century, the corpse bells are now known as the funeral toll)

This corpse bell, as it was known, would be carried in front of the body, as it was carried to its final resting place, to protect the soul of the dead person from Satan.