A Rose

Image: The Fantasy Art of Molly Harrison. Star Gypsy
‘Everyone hears voices all the time. 
They are what help us to know when we are face to face with a sign, you see’ 
Paulo Coelho ~ The Zahir 


A Rose 
She doesn’t follow society rules,
I’d imagine, if you’re reading this, 
neither would You. 

She's heard this voice, 
since she was a child.
Who, always had her back,
in a way, she can’t describe. 

If she crosses your path.
an omen of good fortune,
if you might ask. 

Stunning, beyond any,
you’ll have ever met. 
A divine prediction,
you will never forget.  

Believe in her, 
to be honest and true. 
If she should offer 
*Deva-Vani* gift to you. 

1,500 years on Indian roads, 
as your fortune, to be told.
With celestial sight, of hand,
Trust her. You will understand. 

Present this Gypsy, with a Rose,
as her *Sanskrit*  Gods; foretold.
Cross her palm, in coins of silver, 
but not gold, it makes her shiver. 
Victoria Healing ~ 17.4.2022
A Rose

“If someone skilled at studying moons, planets, stars and other celestial bodies, were to analyse the Romani migration 1500 years ago, they may very well discover that their routes mirrored that of the stars” ― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet – Searching for your Tribe


My grandmother,

told your grandmother,

told me 


The language of the Roma gypsies, have their roots in Indian: 




From ‘Sam’ means ‘samyak’ which indicates ‘entirely’ and ‘krit’ indicates ‘done’



*Deva-Vani* (‘Deva’ Gods – ‘Vani’ language)


The Real History



Deva Premal and Mitan


Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevay

Sanskrit ( नमो भगवते वासुदेवाय ) is one of the most popular Hindu mantras.

This mantra is understood to be a liberation mantra, recited as a way to achieve spiritual freedom from samsara, or the recurring cycle of death and reincarnation. 


I was a gypsy, before it was cool to be a gypsy




One Life

One Tribe

One Nature

One World

One Sky

One Earth

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


mermaid siren Wallpaperstogo

Image: Unknown 


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


We Can Be Heroes


When I travelled to India, many years ago, I found myself in a squalid, forsaken world. Traffic sped by perilously. They were too fast to be safe, but too slow to get anywhere.

It was gut wrenching to see neglected, grubby children laying on the ground at my feet. They were everywhere. Mounds of bedding, people rolled up inside, sleeping through it all, the sounds, the smells. The place seemed to swallow people up. I was stifled by the heat and choking on the smog. And there I was in the middle of a nation of multi coloured sari’s and dirty, crippled beggars.



Dalits (Untouchables) are trapped into fixed social orders, from which it’s impossible to escape.

Many upper-caste Indians simply walk past the starving and sick Dalits.

As alien as this land is, travellers cannot help, but fall in love with its people. As for me,? Well everything changed, from those days, I left my heart in India; making a vow to myself, that one day, I would return.

I’d understood right there, then and still now, why Mother Teresa had said: ~

‘If you can only feed one … then feed that one’ ~  Mother Teresa


Image: The Untouchables in India


“Hungry for love, He looks at you. Thirsty for kindness, He begs of you. Naked for loyalty, He hopes in you. Homeless for shelter in your heart, He asks of you. Will you be that one to Him?”

 Mother Teresa, In the Heart of the World: Thoughts, Stories and Prayers


We Can Be Heroes ~ David Bowie live in Berlin. 

“It felt anthemic, almost like a prayer,”


Flashback: David Bowie Sings ‘Heroes’ at the Berlin Wall



Dalit (from Sanskritदलितromanizeddalita meaning “broken/scattered”



Image: The untouchables of India

Dear India

Gone Walkabout

I’ve Tested Positive For Needing a Vacation 😀

‘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.


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.


Image: Shark Bay World Heritage Discovery and Visitor Centre , Western Australia

Australia’s Coral Coast

For the pleasures of your soles

ME: I’m in a bad mood
HIPPOCRATES: Go for a nice long walk and if you’re still in a bad mood,
go for another walk. 

When the world is chaotic, your mind is in a buzz,
with in an infinite overload of ‘out of the blue’ stuff.
Take your mind, heart,  soul and spirit for a walk,
listen out for the exhilarating sounds of nature’s call.

Soul of Mother Earth, to soles of your feet;
Heart to ground, centred in peace.
Heel, then toe, mindfully across terrain,
smell and touch the stability of Earth again. 

Let the grass grow under your feet,
heart lifting moments, as senses meet. 
Earth and Heart, letters are the same;
they’re just ‘sounded’ out in a different way. 
Victoria Healing ~ 27.4.2021
Heel to Toe

‘When you realise Heart and Earth are spelled with the same letters,

it all starts to make sense’ ~ ~Jennifer Bramley ~ Earth Day Tag

Image: Unknown ~ Pininterest


‘The soul of the earth, can best be felt through the soles of your feet.

When you walk arrive with every step. That is walking meditation. ~ 

Thich Nhaat Hanh. 

Kinhin. Walking Meditation. 

This is the Japanese Monk from the documentary Baraka

This Monk is ringing a bell as he walks, so that it chimes at a constant interval, calling people to pay attention and join him on his spiritual journey. 

Mindful Walking Explained

Simply apply the core concept of mindfulness to the process of walking. Focus the mind on the movement of walking. This increases the mind-body connection, heightens mindfulness, and boosts our mental well-being. 


“The most primitive way of healing the body is by putting bare feet on natural ground,” says US cardiologist Dr Stephen Sinatra. “I call it caveman medicine and I thoroughly recommend it.”


‘There’s a difference between knowing the path and walking the path ~ The Matrix 

Solvitur ambulando /ˈsɒlvɪtər ˌæmbjʊˈlændoʊ/[1] is a Latin phrase which means “it is solved by walking” and is used to refer to a problem which is solved by a practical experiment. It is often attributed to Saint Augustine.[2]

Image: Unknown


There were a lot of comings and goings,
backwards, forwards too-ings and fro-ings.
As the station wagon was stocked and packed,
luggage being stuffed and stacked in the back. 

Taken hostage and secured in the rear seat,
stolen for ransom, as they handed me treats.
Driving miles, along roads and dusty tracks,
I worried, if I would know my way back?

My world was instantly, entirely rearranged,
I remember thinking that ‘This is so strange’
“Where are they taking me on this ride”
as my tummy was feeling all wobbly inside. 

Scanning the peculiar scenery and vista,
as my sniffs to the air, smelt much crisper.
Where will I sleep? when will I be fed?
worrying thoughts, spiralled in my head. 

Into the dreams of sleepy lands otherwhere,
head down, bum up, I surrendered my cares.
“We’re here” I heard the humans shout,
we’ve reached our stop, let’s all get out.  

Seized and trapped into a small house,
I pondered the unfamiliar and odd layout. 
There I was, in freestanding, metal box,
they called it a caravan; my home, it was not. 

Captive and restrained with a long lead,
sitting warily on the suspicious fluffy seat. 
There was no noise, or people in sight,
was this where I’d spend the rest of my life?

Silent beaches surrounded by blue water,
was this what my humans had sought after?
This was my first road trip, to be fair,
I’ll always follow my family anywhere. 

As chief protector and guardian of my family, 
I take on this responsibility happily and gladly.
It’s not where you walk, its who you walk with,
that was another day, I’m glad that I did. 
Charlie (Am Staff) Healing ~ 12.10.2020
Charlie’s first road trip
Carnarvon ~ Quobba Camp    

Uncharted Territory

“Lets go exploring” our daughter said,
with a huge whoop of excitement.
“There’s a dirt track, just up ahead”
into the unknown, we were invited.

I’d been curious about these 'off' roads,
what secret surprises, they'd reveal, to see.
You know, where sedans are forbidden to go,
because city cars couldn’t drive, easily. 

Gatekeeper nods, with outstretched hand,
beckoning us forwards, through rusty old gate.
As we entered, into a desert of no mans land,
anticipating “how long our expedition will take”

Inching slowly over corrugated track,
our destination, 80kms in the distance.
That dusty, bumpy road, was no easy task,
we had to remain steadfast and persistent.

“This was a bad idea” hubby griped,
stranded in the wild, eerie, remote and barren. 
‘What if we have to camp out here overnight,
something beastly and frightful, could happen” 

Sandstorms whisked, around and ahead, 
gnarly shrubs, laced bright yellow and grey,
Escorted by our small convoy; we were led. 
amongst windswept lands, being driven astray. 

At last! our journey's end, was in sight,
socially distancing, in true Ozzie style.
At the heart of Gnaraloo we found paradise,
a hell of a ride, but happily ending, with smiles. 
Victoria Healing ~ 8.10.2020 
Making Tracks
Entering Gnarloo
Okay, so perhaps we got lost
Images: Miri Johnson
Gnaraloo is a working pastoral station, adjacent to the Ningaloo Marine Park, 150 kilometres north of Carnarvon, in Western Australia. It may be some of the areas most uncharted territory. This is Australia’s surfing mecca. Legendary for its fishing, waves and wind. 

Out of the Blue

Stepping out of our caravan door,
we saw an odd ‘thing' we’d not seen before.
In the middle of nowhere, out of the blue,
was a strange and peculiar, angle of view. 

Our world had turned upside down,
the sea was on top, I thought ‘I’ve drowned’
Our dogs were barking and making a fuss,
the Alien in the sky, had all been too much. 

Wobbly body, eight arms and bulbous eyes,
it was a giant flying Octopus, to our surprise.  
Multi faceted, intelligent and highly capable,
most see an Octopus as a tasty food staple.

I’ll be giving this seafood meal a miss,
I refuse to see it grilled, with garlic on my dish.
Resourceful, magical, mysterious and clever, 
the oddities we see on our travel endeavours.  

Billions of years, being impossible to find,
now here is one, hanging onto a string line. 
Victoria Healing ~ 5.10.2020
Out of the Blue 
Did you know?
An Octopus doesn't only see... it can recognise your face and even get to know you. We have so much to learn about these magnificently ancient creatures.

If you want to feel inspired by the power of nature, watch the movie “My Octopus Teacher” 

Check Your Rear


In the barren wilderness of the remote Ozzie bush, 
the ablutions are basic, don’t expect classy or ‘lush’
A car ride, is required, a kilometre or so,
you must drive quickly, if you ‘really, really’ want to go.

Self sufficient in your camp site, you must be,
especially if you frequently need to pee. 
Tin shed Potties, are the essential trend, 
never luxurious, or swish, can you comprehend?

Search for spiders under the toilet seat, 
they’re the critters you never want to meet.
Inspect the privy, before sitting on your throne,
the local frogs may be swimming at home.

Our mate, Mr Brian had gone for a ‘relief’ meeting, 
his regular ritual, primal and basic seating.  
As he sat on the Dunny, he’d heard a flapping,
scaring him, that some ‘thing’ may come attacking, 

Investigating the water tank to check the foray, 
he found a baby Falcon, drowning, thrashing away.
Submerged and sinking, the small fledging, was in panic,
Brian knew, that he must dive in quickly, to grab it. 

As the Hawk was pulled safely back to dry land, 
his healing and recovery was hopefully, at hand.
We thought that young Falcon’s end was nigh,
but then we heard him screech, croak and cry.

Rescued, resuscitated, refreshed and revived,
our Mr Brian had thankfully saved this bird’s life. 
His urgent rescue mission was a total success,
that little Falcon flew elsewhere, to find happiness.  

At the end of this story, it is obvious and clear,
just like Brian, when in the Lav, you must check your rear.
Victoria Healing ~ 2.10.2020
Check Your Rear  
Young Falcon, In the dog cage, resting and drying out. 
There is no water available at Quobba Point, Western Australia. It is a free camp, 80 kms out of town. Travellers have to have their own water supply. Some inconsiderate idiot had taken the top off the water tanks by the toilets to steal water, which is not drinkable anyway. They didn’t bother putting the top back on, so this young Falcon got in, but couldn’t get out. 
Freedom flight for this Fledgling

Rhyme Universe

@rhymesvpoetry  · Writer

‘That’ Tail

Far away in Australia’s remote bush,
we parked up our caravan to savour the hush.
80kms out of town, surrounded by scrub,
amongst lots of creatures who lived in that hub.

A plethora of food is available in their surrounds,
they were all very quiet, not making any sounds.
Horrifically one night, as I lifted up our van bed,
I saw some 'thing' moving, or was it in my head?

Screaming out to hubby in distress and surprise,
I called him to “come quickly” to “Look what’s inside”
“No, nothing is there” he confidently said,
“Lets just get comfy and tucked up in bed”

In the morning, brown pellets, scattered all around,
calling cards from nature, that we had found.
Quickly running to lift up the camper bed,
terrified at the prospect of what lay ahead.

Screwdrivers, torches quickly were fetched,
even six year old Mr Grandson joined in our quest.
Hubby had said it must be my imagination,
a scream from Mr Grandson confirmed the true situation.

“Yes” he had spied a brown running ‘thing’
Pop eyes bulging, he shrieked “I can see him”
as apprentice of creature catcher, he swiftly leapt up,
looking to trap him, just under the wooden struts.

As the storage chamber was quickly revealed,
we saw to our surprise, the mystery as concealed.
Both chased that ‘tail’ quickly to find,
as Mr Grandson remained vigilant all of that time.

Skirting boards and cupboards went a flying,
I reminded them, “I didn’t want to see ‘it’ dying”
Hiding on the periphery, sniffing human scent,
the ‘beast’ ran into hiding in his own defence. 

Nothing or no-one that morning, could catch him,
‘it’ was a tiny brown field mouse who’d been scratching,
Visiting hubby’s chocolate stash, in the evening,
we couldn’t allow him to continue, his proceedings. 

Sadly to say, this tale has an unhappy ending,
a mouse trap was set up to prohibit his attending.  
Sneaking sweet treats, had caused his demise, 
Now we’ve confiscated all confectionary inside.
Victoria Healing ~ 2.10.2020 
“That’ Tail  

Rhyme Universe
  · Writer