‘I’m sorry I’m not available to answer your call right now, … please leave your message at Shell beach. Western Australia.
Gone on a family walkabout in the wonderfull lands of Oz
More fun, more adventure, more laughter.
ABOUT SHELL BEACH
This aptly named beach is found on the drive into Shark Bay and you won’t find sand here – just billions of these tiny Shark Bay cockle shells reaching depths of up to 10m and stretching for more than 70km.
In the early 1900s, shells from the beach were quarried, cut into blocks and used to construct a number of buildings in nearby Denham.
When you #WanderOutYonder along the Coral Coast Highway, stop to explore Shell Beach then keep your eyes peeled for shell block buildings around town.
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
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
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
Our beautiful Gypsy Princess
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
Tomorrow, we lay our little girl down to rest,
in knowing, that for her, we did our very best.
The joy, the love, the happy moments,
memories sweet, to keep our hearts going.
The best days of our lives,
were while Roxy was by our side.
The greatest love that we shared,
in knowing that she’ll always be there.
To live, to love, to hope,
to see her again, will be how we cope.
Sleep peacefully, our beautiful angel
Roxy Healing ~ 15.2.2021
Guardians of the mysteriesA Bitter Pill
A BITTER PILL
It was a dreary day in September,
I was sick as a dog, as I remember.
My snorting, came by day and night,
something about me wasn’t quite right.
A professional diagnosis was required,
medication with steroids, transpired.
These side effects are unkind, brutal,
but to keep on taking tablets is crucial.
Always ravenous, endlessly thirsty,
my hair is thinning and I’m growing curvy.
I’ve been talking to my mom,
about “what pill is this” I’m on.
Mom is watching my every move,
each little change in my attitude.
“I’m sorry” I say “I’m too tired to talk,
don’t want to go for any more walks”
Mom looks deeply into my eyes,
“I’m sorry my darling” she cries.
“I beg your pardon, please” I said;
can I have a healthful diet instead?
Real meat, eggs, fish, veggies and rice,
and probiotic yoghurt would be nice.
When she came back from shopping,
I wagged my tail, happy eyes a popping.
In her bag she’d had; a steam vaporiser,
Hemp oil, and healthy treat appetisers.
its just a matter of resting and waiting,
for my ravenous appetite to be sated.
My vet said; I now have “Cushing’s Disease”
damaged from ‘toxic steroids’ if you please.
Look at what those tablets have done!
I just hope, that I am the only one!
Roxy (Tibalier) Healing _ 16.10.2020
“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.
WHERE TO NEXT? 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.
Where, clearly, no correct signals were given at that…
With sympathy and all due respects, back in World War II
Deeply regretting, that we never knew
That once they were all lost
But now they are Found
Each brave man, has been taken into a count.
On this hauntingly, isolated and lonely, cliff path.
A reminder memorial of exchange of fire
The fight, the torpedoes, the blast
Full steam ahead, plummeting, sinking fast…
So sombrely, silently, acknowledging, remembering heroic men,
Here, I then took my pen…
It’s not always fun and happy tales, when roaming new roads
Memories of times gone past will always unfold.
Where the desert meets the sea,
Laid to rest…
To each of our valiant Men,
Victoria Healing ~ 26.9.2018
Lost is Found
"On 19 November 1941, a battle occurred between the Australian light cruiser HMAS Sydney and the German raider, the
auxiliary cruiser HSK Kormoran. Based on the accounts of
German survivors, Sydney closed to identify and was mortally
damaged by hits from gunfire and a torpedo.
Both ships sank, 80 perishing in Kormoran.While there were NO SURVIVORS from SYDNEY’s complement
of “645”The absence of Australian survivors left many questions on the precise circumstances of the loss, which continues to arouse controversy" —
HMAS Sydney II – Found. The wreck of the HMAS Sydney (II) was found by the Finding Sydney Foundation on 16th March 2008 approximately 207km (128 miles) from the west coast (Steep Point) of Western Australia at a depth of approximately 2,468 metres.
Royce Laycock was son of an engine stoker who worked on the ship and was only four when his father died. “It’s good news to know that they’ve found the ship, because you really didn’t realise or know what happened,” he said.