The Siren

Image: The Fantasy Art of Molly Harrison. ‘Astra’ The celestial Mermaid.
The world has gone quite mad, 
If you could put me back in the water, that would be good.  

The Siren 
She says so little, 
but exudes so much.
mysterious in ethereal flush. 

What secrets will she share?
watcher of moon, shining there.
Mythical, graceful and divine,
Siren of seas in ancient times. 

The night, sees her light,
in sanctity, of inner sight.
She’s coming and going.
in conscious. All knowing.

Balancing heart in mind,
in dreams, she finds.
Visions come and go, 
in memories; You know. 

Under water, she floats,
on rising, she takes notes.
Traveling in her own time, 
to seek, peace of mind.

In the glow of full moon,
sing her celestial tune. 
As you wave her goodbye,
silently, close your eyes.

With a flick of her tail,
a moment to exhale. 
Release and let’s go,
into depths of great, below. 
Victoria Healing ~ 15.4.2022
The Siren 

‘If people are doubting how far you can go, go so far that you can’t hear them anymore. ~ Michelle Ruiz


Today 15th of April;

Mars, the Planet Of Action enters the Emotional and Dreamy sign of Pisces. Pisces wants us to look within and find drive and energy from our inner spiritual warrior so we can be sure in which direction to take. ~ Dale Bradburn ~ (The Little Place of Peace)


Only in my pain, did i find my will

Only in my chaos, did I learn to be still

Only in my fear, did I find my might,

Only in my darkness, did I see my light

~ Unknown


Somethings gotta give

Keep it real and be ready to swim.



PINK FULL MOON ~ 16th April 2022

In the Northern hemisphere/.

Give in to the universal magic and all its surprises.


On the Flip Side

HUNTERS FULL MOON 17th April 2022/.

in the Southern hemisphere


It’s ok, you just forgot who you are, welcome back


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Image: Unknown 


‘Listen to the universe, it is always whispering messages through songs, dreams, numbers, animals and thoughts’


Which, Witch are You?

Image: Elle Magazine. US

First of all

“Witches come in all sizes, ages, colours, and personalities. They’re doctors, computer programmers, teachers, landscapers, bartenders, and flight attendants. The person who cuts your hair or repairs your car might be a witch. Witches can be male or female—” ~Skye Alexander


Secrets from the cauldron

You don’t decide to be a witch, you just answer the call 

The Calling
If you were a witch, which witch would you be?
a Kitchen, Craft, Green, Sea, Storm or Solitary?
Do you love the cosmos or chat to the moon?
Can you conjure up lyrics and hum musical tunes?
Do you like to swim, cook, or plant seeds?
Can you spell wishing rhymes, or talk to trees?
Do you save herbs, crystals and flowers?
Read tarot cards to invoke seer powers?

Witchery is in the ordinary deeds that you do,
where you find a passion, enchanting through. 
Modern magicians in these current times,
have access to witchery that can be refined. 

Ignore the hocus-pocus of humdrum routine,
there are natural mystical mediums to glean.
You have the whole universe pulsing inside, 
something charming, you should never hide. 

Your temple of earth, casts spell from nature,
don’t let imagination or ingenuity forsake you.
There is nothing creepy, scary, dark or evil, 
only love and good intentions to help people. 

May you work with earth, sea, wind and fire,
charmed with intensity of your hearts desires.
Victoria Healing ~ 18.3.2022
Which Witch are YOU?



‘The witch knows nothing in this world is supernatural it’s all natural’ ~ Laurie Cabot


Please have a seat I’ll be Witcher in a minute


Which Witch are You?


‘The word ‘Witch’ is derived from the word Wit meaning wise’ ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes Ph D


witch which frosted elf valerian

Image: Valerian Entertainment 



What people think Witches do:

Conjure demons, raise the dead, eat small children, ride on broomsticks

What we really do:

Drink a bunch of tea, use lavender scented everything, light a massive ton of sage and incense. Set off fire alarms, take baths with a bunch of herbs and salt bombs. Buy tons of candles, curse at our tarot cards. Hoard crystals and essential oils.


If the boots fit, cackle

Life Saver

Image: Cirque du Soleil  Oh n”O”! Don’t worry, with your bestie by your side, you can conquer anything!

Therapist: Have you ever worried tha..
Pisces: Yes 

She didn’t know, if she was coming or going,
but she’d always had that intuitive knowing. 
Imagining all possible scenarios in her head,
it always appeared, that she was being led. 

One minute up, the next minute down, 
sometimes a smile, sometimes a frown. 
Her Piscean tails were my guiding light,
steering me safely, through darkest nights. 

Never letting anyone burst our bubbles,
if they did, they’d be in all kinds of troubles. 
Our fragile mermaid, beached on dry land,
if you were a spectator, you’d understand. 

She heard the entrancing, mysterious calls,
across divine waves, as they’d rise and fall. 
Pushing and pulling her, from left to right,
over squalling, foam seas, of waters in life. 

Journeying on, through time and space,
setting sail for some new exciting place. 
Guided by moons full of mystical dreams,
‘nothing’ can be as controlled as it seems. 

She told me:
‘There’s a lifebuoy and an anchor at hand,
when setting rudder over ocean to dry land.
There is no beginning and a never end,
understand the ‘circle’ is your best friend’  
Victoria Healing ~ 17.3.2022
Beach Yourself 

In dedication to my beautiful Piscean Mom.

Image: Circus du Soleil ‘Celebrating the most vital element of life looking on yourself in water as a mirror 

circus cirque du soleil beautiful mirror

Inspired by the Cirque du Soleil Show about ‘O’

In O, the story is about the water of life itself, how it bears us up, encompasses us as we live on dry ground, overpowers us, continues us, lastly suffocates us.

circus cirque du soleil life saverImage: Cirque du Soleil ‘O’ Life Saver

In Numerology ‘0’ is the Alpha (beginning) and Omega (the highest) as there is no beginning and no end. In this sense, a circle represents eternity.

Pisces season 

Waiting in the Wings

Image: Valerian Entertainment
Roll up, roll up

under the dome of the Big Top.
Waiting in the wings, 
the magic a circus brings.

At first glimpse of dawn,
you can hear them all. 
The Circus has come to town,
rainbowed with juggling clowns.

Divers jump through hoops,
in a frenetic, frenzy of loops.
Adrenalin pulses in veins,
shaking head, hands raised.

Illusions of vast proportions,
whimsy, transfixed in caution. 
Taking a collective breath,
not breaking this moment yet. 

A wave of gasping, fills the air,
like winds across waters flare.
Stunning of bright spotlights, 
uptempo of musical delights. 

Tightrope walkers find a balance 
in their concentration talents. 
Ventriloquists, quietly take a bow,
as the performances end now. 

Ceremonial Ringmaster calls time,
as cosmic acrobats have aligned.
Dancers curtsy and take their seats, 
phenomenal extravaganza complete. 

Time is slippery and seems to stop,
beckoning of creative desires, in Big Top. 
Letting go, 
clapping for artists of this magical show.

In the amphitheatre of her mind,
phantom performances refined. 
There are no rules here, 
just stop, listen in and hear.

Thanks to our blessed ‘Chaotic Witch’ 
turning on her inspired spelling switch.
It’s all just nonsense in the quiet times,
perhaps its clowns juggling with her mind. 
Orders are made to be broken,
where originality is the token. 
She could easily be, him, me or you,
when ‘overthinking’ is what we do. 
Victoria Healing ~ 15.3.2022
Waiting in the Wings 

'This is how a Chaos Witch’s mind works when spelling'

witch chaos be patient with yourself

‘Outwardly there is chaos, inwardly a new world is stirring Listen to the heartbeat of the new ~ Sacred Dreams

Do You know a CHAOS WITCH?

A true chaotic Witch, values alone time, shiny trinkets and eating copious amounts of trashy snacks.  They forget to respond to text messages and put tape over check-engine lights. 

They drunk order online and are always delighted when the packages arrive, having completely forgotten what they ordered ~ Joan De-Art Studio 

‘I hold my wand as a pen’

I softly chant, cast  my spell.

and pray my heart will kiss and tell. ~ Unknown

#End of Age

#New World

#March Creative

#March Magick  

Mirror, Mirror

Image: The Black Prince by J_ Patrick
Her heart is shackled in white robes,
behind her iced wall she roams.
Sculptured into fractal  state,
your crystalline, iceberg mate.

Ask her, ‘Why she hides?’
a dam of emotions numbed inside.
Frozen beyond glacial walls,
hear her screams and calls. 

Show a little loving and care,
grasp her spirit magnetic, there.
When those icicles melt.
her warmest feelings will be felt.

Don’t try to rush,
have a little hush.
When you see her,
she sees you,
to tell you what to do.

Brain frozen, since a child, 
only seeing with her eyes.
Chilled in chasmic chaos of inner self,
she knew there was some soul else.

Deep and frost-bound inner soul,
melting and thawing, becoming whole. 
She is a heroine and cool kinda chick,
if you understand your defrost switch.  

There is magic in the diamonds of rough, 
now you’ve chilled into a warrior, tough. 
Victoria Healing ~ 13.3.2022 


‘Whoever gets the Mirror, will be unstoppable’ ~ Maleficent


Behind the the Ice Queen archetype


witch ice water of whimsy art shop


The Ice Witch saves treasures from frozen times, utilising frost energy under the light of the moon. She practices weather magic with a focus on the transformative nature of freezing temperatures. By using modern amenities such as freezers and ice boxes, an Ice Witch can save treasures from the frozen months, for use throughout the year. Contemplative and strong, she can see through the chaos of life. Just as light catapults through layers of ice, this Witch transforms energy into a tapestry of colour and intention. ~ Water Of Whimsy ~ Image: Regan Rolston 2021

Smuggling Back to Wales


Mom looking at the stream at the bottom of her garden in South Wales. Home of her (paternal) Grandmother ‘Susan Howells’  Cardiff, South Wales. (1940)



“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


On the day my Mom passed away …

I was too shocked to speak or comprehend, that my life would never be the same.

Would I  ever feel that loved, protected, safe or whole again?

My world had turned upside down and stopped! 

Falling into a cold, empty void of heartbreak and tears. Scrambling and searching to find a ‘safe place’ to store all of this love that I have and will always hold for my Mom. This is the life force and the pulse of my love affair in the blogosphere with “Hey Momma”

My philosophy of life is absorbed from the wisdom of my beautiful Welsh mom and from the most extraordinary love that she exuded not only to me and our family, but all whom she met. 

I had promised Mom that ‘I would trace her Welsh family ancestral roots’ as a legacy addressed to our new generations, yet to come.   

So, a few years ago, after I had come to terms living without her, I began to search for my Mom’s, Mom’s Mom… but that is where I came to a full stop:

‘Gwyneth Jones’ from South Wales? 

W H A T!

A needle in a haystack doesn’t even begin to describe the monumental search I had in store,  but I had made my Mom a promise, that I could not break.

This is where my search into the folklore, legends and history of her birthplace in Neath, South Wales began.

Each day as I’ve researched our Cymru history and culture, I find myself closer to the heart of my great Celtic Mom and all that she had stood for.

Happily, I have found her again, in the silence of sacred mountains, the wildest and deepest of valleys and in the wandering of streams, right back to the memories of my childhood trips to visit my grandparents. And so here I am today, having smuggled myself back to Wales, following in the footprints and spirit of my Mom and our home.

I have met King Arthur and his knights, warriors, goddesses, kings, queens and princesses. It has been quite an adventure! Thank you for joining me. 

There will be more ‘Welsh’ adventures yet to come in a few months time. 

but now, for the next little while, I am going to find ‘my self’ again, getting amongst the great outdoors in the outback of this great ancient land where I live and love today, in the golden heart of Western Australia.

Watch this Space…

X — at Australia’s Coral Coast



Mr Grandson, Roxy and Zoonie, around the campfire on Road Trip, Quobba 2019

Tiny Tears

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Image Credit ~ Little Girl Speak


The twitch of the doorknob startled me,

“Hello my darlings”, she whispered


Was it too fantastic to believe?

that she actually had existed.

We had both been eager accomplices,

our love had been swift and instant.


Two blinking, rock a bye, blue eyes,

she, fashioned into a perfectly, miniature size.

We, beguiled and spell bound,

by her angelic, smiley mouth.


She was fed, bathed and rocked to sleep,

her soft floppy body, warm and sweet.

Not only did she laugh, but shed real tears,

our other girly friend in early years.


Teeny bare feet, perfectly formed hands,

there was one for me and one for my cousin Anne.

Mine wore blue and Anne’s wore pink,

our Nan had brought, these precious gifts.


Those “Tiny Tears” baby dolls were all the rage,

for young girls, back then, of our age.

These words that trigger happy recollections.

treasured moments of childhood reminiscence.


I learned about life from my Tiny Tears doll,

to cry my tears out, before carrying on.

never to withhold sadness in, for too long.

to listen to my heart, where in, I most belong.


This may not mean a lot to you,

but it means so much more to me.

My beloved cousin Anne, left this world at only 29,

These are the cherished moments, of our happier times…

Victoria Healing ~ 9.6.2019

Tiny Tears


tiny tears best


Dedicated to Anne, my brave and dearest play-mate.

My beautiful Cousin who passed away at the tender ago of 29 years young,

from ovarian cancer.

Forever in my heart, my darling ~ Anne Wheatley ~ 10.5.1958.

Anne's tiny tears with knitted dres from Nan
This is Anne’s original Doll, named “Susie” lovingly saved by her sister Sarah, who now shares Susie with her own grandchildren. Outfit crocheted by our Nan, Beatrice. 

Rhyme Universe


close friends best


“Oh, you will learn from it, believe me,

I have plans for you my friend”


And so, with that being said,

she moved forwards, to where she was led.

a long narrow pathway, ran beside the house,

treading softly, as quiet as a mouse.


A gateway opened into a tiny, concrete yard,

enclosed by brick walls, bleak and stark.

Eerily still and strangely quiet,

imaginary games, playing, in silence.


The sun was hidden, behind the roofs,

dark windows, staring, seemingly viewed.

Spiralling buildings, towered around.

there were no traces, of anyone else found,


Those first eight years, playing alone in the back,

she wanted for nothing and neither did she lack.

Riding around on her three wheeler bike,

Mitzi, her poodle, played happily alongside.


Self-awareness, independence and inner growth,

this was how, these traits, were learned, I supposed.

Some, would feel, lost, abandoned, or rejected,

but, this is where, my solitary self, I detected.


Loving the peace of being alone,

deeply connected with a feeling of home.

Victoria Healing ~ 10.6.2019


born when i was born

Latch Key Kids

They said we were the forgotten generation, like no one wants to remember who we are but yet we were the latch key kids as some would call us or ‘free range kids’

I have heard people say that we were unsupervised, raised wrong, lazy, lackeys, and careless. To me you can say what you want about us because we learned how to be self-independent. ~ (Anon)

Rhyme Universe


Thanks for this reminder  ~




Fear Less

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There once was a lady,

waiting to board a train.


In the silence, came a movement,

as she spun around, in the confusion.

A violent snatch and then a grab,

two thugs, attempted to steal her bag.


“Let go” she yelled at the top of her voice,

she, had, had no other choice.

Yanking the hoon, by his right ear,

ripping his earring out, he was left in tears.


Quickly, she had took charge,

displaying her authority, as large.

That bag snatcher lay in a pool of blood,

face down, all covered in mud.


His terrified mate, had sprinted away,

they both must have regretted, that they,

Had picked, on my 70 year’s of age,

beloved Grandmother, on that day.


They had thought her frail and easy to attack,

not considering, that she would fight back.

My beautiful brave Nan, Dorothy,

in her own self, she had always believed.


The Wizard of Oz, was our much loved flick,

snuggled besides her, my favourite bit.

I understand why, this movie she’d choose,

it imparts all of her qualities, morals and views.


A little bit parent, a whole lot of friend,

my treasured teacher, in self-defence.

Victoria Healing ~ 3.6.2019

Fear Less

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Image Credit ~ The Wizard of Oz


In memory of my dear wise and fearless Grandmother ~

Dorothy Jones. Born in Port Talbot, Wales.


“All you need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. ― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Rhyme Universe

Deter me not

child warrior little girl speak
Image Credit ~ Little Girl Speak


“But what about Courage”?

asked she,


“I’ve spent my whole life, struggling to speak”

never one to back down from her challenges,

she’d looked for help in survival guide management.


Many hadn’t understood her at all,

it has felt like she was talking, to brick walls.

And then, this day, has finally come,

when all of her doubts, have become undone.


No longer expecting others to understand,

she forged a path forwards, to a novel circumstance.

As she entered her sentiments of heart each day,

reading between the lines, what she’d wanted to explain.


Inscriptions were written up there, on her wall,

about how she had even, got there, at all.

and then this day, she will just disappear,

in scribing she’d found the means to dispense of all fears.


She had finally found her strengths, pluck and courage,

never again would she feel, dejected or disparaged.


Within these battles of words, i finally see,

i’ve learned all about bravery and how, that is

determined, by me.


Victoria Healing ~ 31.5.2019

Deter Me Not

courage stacie martin i was fed about who i am
Image Credit ~ Stacie Martin


“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”
― E.E. Cummings


Rhyme Universe