What Seasons May Come

Image: ABC Indigenous

“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.” — Victoria Erickson

WHAT SEASONS MAY COME
Sweater on, then sweater off,
one minute sunshine, next rain, 
one minute, cold, the next you’re hot.
go outdoors and run back inside again.

Umbrella up, umbrella down,
hazy sun, over dew drop ground.
Glowing sunrises, heavenly sunsets,
golden saffron, aflame with fiery red. 

Thunder claps and missiles of rain, 
sniffing burnt leaves of fires again.
Southwest winds, freeze air at night, 
early in the morning and at twilight.

Time for hunting and gathering. 
as winter is now foreshadowing. 
In a wonderland of scarlet leaves,
red banksia flowers and gum trees.
 
Elder fella, slowly nods his head,
time to collect and store food he said.
Calling on his mob to: ‘Be prepared’
hunters must gather and be aware. 

Wise men, read Great Earth Mother signs, 
to Australia’s first people, it's ‘DJERAN’ time.
Finding treasures of earthly, bush foods,
Kangaroo, Frogs, Turtles and Emus.

Witchetty grubs, hidden in tree stumps,  
Swan feathers scattered across bush.
Bullrush, seed pods and berries, clumped. 
Native wildlife, is going to sleep now.   Hush.

In this great Western land of Oz, that I live,
reading nature’s omens, is indigenous gift. 
First Australians respect land and seas,
to take from Earth, only what you’ll ‘need’
Victoria Healing  ~ 1.5.2021
CLIMATE CHANGE


Artist: Iluka Art & Design ~ Didgeridoo ~ (Yidaki)

The area that I live in Western Australia is called Nyoongar country, the Nyoongar people acknowledge six seasons, not the commonly used four. These seasons also are not given a specific calendar start and finish date as with nature it is fluid and does not conform to our ridged calendar. The calendar months have been used as a guide only.

AUTUMN

DJERAN – is a cool and pleasant season, represented by the colour Green. Held between April and May. It is known as the season of Adulthood.

The Six Seasons Of The Nyoongar Calendar

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2021-03-27/indigenous-season-indicators-wa/100029476

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

‘Find the grass, that made the flour, that made the cake’ ~ Bruce Pascoe

The First Agriculturalists

I acknowledge the Traditional Owners of Country throughout Australia and recognise their continuing connection to land, waters and culture. I pay my respects to their Elders past, present and emerging

Disclaimer: I am not an indigenous person of Australia. This information  has come from my research and living and travelling in this magnificent country, that I love.

Your Spirit. Knows

Image: World Prayer

OUR SPIRIT. KNOWS 
She stood. In contemplation there.
She would. Feel it in the brisk of air. 
She could. See beyond stars in sky.
She knew. A change had come nigh.

The light haze. As sun shone through.
Trunks of gums. Shadowing purple hues.
Rough ground. Covered in brown bark. 
Humming of insects. Listening in. Hark. 

She walked about. Scrubland bush.
Listening deeply. To the seasons hush.
She saw. The Pelicans. Migrating flight.  
She saw. Native flora. Sprouting to life.

She saw. The clouds .Were a scudding.
Grass Trees. And Red Banksia. Budding.
She could see. By the flight. Of ants;
*DJERAN’ season. Has come. To her land.
Victoria Healing ~ 5.5.2021
Your Spirit. Knows

The Spirit of Dadirri:

To Listen deeply. Is to connect.

‘You don’t learn while you’re talking, you learn while you’re listening’ ~ Unknown 

Image: Dr Miriam-Rose Ungunmerr-BaumannI ~ Senior Australia of the Year. 2021.

Congratulations to indigenous elder, artist and educator Dr Miriam-Rose Ungunmerr-Baumann for being named the 2021 Senior Australian of the Year.  She has dedicated her life to giving Aboriginal children the skills to navigate western and traditional culture.

‘Dadirri’ is an ancient living practice that supports spiritual well-being. Like the soft underbelly of a crocodile, this is the gentle, quiet, deep spring that is in all of us; where our sense of identity, belonging, purpose and connection is explored, founded and nurtured. As it is in me, it is also in others. It is the Indigenous gift to all Australians’ 

~ Dr Miriam-Rose 

‘You gotta slow down. And listen’ 

*Djeran Season

DJERAN  ~ (Nodjam) (Autumn) April – May

Symbolises cooler weather and Eucalyptus Trees. Ant Season. Season of the Adulthood. Green.

Disclaimer:  I acknowledge the Traditional Owners of Country throughout Australia and recognise their continuing connection to land, waters and culture. I pay my respects to their Elders past, present and emerging

Disclaimer: I am not an indigenous person of Australia. This information  has come from my research and living in this country.

The Worlds Oldest Story

‘The stars nodded, the ocean agreed, the flowers chorused. “Bloom now – bloom free’ – Tess Guinery 

THE WORLDS OLDEST STORY

Tracking the Song Lines, with the Seven Sisters, up to the Pleiades Star Cluster

Tracking the Seven Sisters features the world’s highest resolution six-metre-wide travelling dome under which visitors are immersed in images of Seven Sisters rock art from the remote Cave Hill site in South Australia, as well as animated artworks and the transit of the Orion constellation and the Pleiades star cluster.

WATCH this video featuring lead curator Margo Neale on YouTube: https://youtu.be/h3f1AMyIS9E

This unique, interactive experience is now headed to the UK for an international tour.

EARTH SKY

Come to know The Pleiades star cluster – aka the Seven Sisters or M45 – is visible from virtually every part of the globe. It looks like a tiny misty dipper of stars.

Photography: IG/globetownproject

Reading:


https://justsayins.wordpress.com/2021/03/02/bulls-eye/

Send in the Butterflies

Learning to Fly ~ Art by  Iluka Art & Design [-o-]

LEARNING TO FLY

A purple butterfly emerges from her cocoon. The meeting places in her wings symbolise Family, carers, health workers & Community.

Artwork done for Art for Epilepsy Auction 2018. With all proceeds going to the Australian Epilepsy Foundation. 

This is one of my memory lane moments… sighs loudly…

How beautiful and kind of  Iluka Art & Design [-o-]  to  donate this stunning Purple Butterfly to Art for Epilepsy  at an Auction in 2018. Where all proceeds went to Epilepsy Action Australia 

When I see such generosity, I often wonder, 

how much was raised and how their donation helped? 

This has reminded me of my favourite Welsh saying:

‘Anfonwch y gloynnod byw’

Send in the Butterflies

Artist: Denise Garbis

She Was a Beauty

CURRENT MOOD

so I said to myself:

SELF:

and I knew it was me, because I recognised my voice.

What an amazing Super Moon.

She was a Beauty

I was up at 4am, when she shone through my bedroom window, to wake me up.

So I sat with her.

It’s those special moments when you are wide eyed and just soaking the awe of her brilliance, which reminds me…  

‘A full moon is when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.” ~ (Shannon Thompson)

May it Be ~ Enya

https://youtu.be/nt3Ggo1CE3g

Image: In my back garden

The Silence Echoes

It is Anzac Day in Australia today.

This repost is in tribute to all the wonderful people and animals

who risk their lives for us

 

LEST WE FORGET

 

Thank you

SILENCE ECHOES

Should I end at the beginning?
Or begin at the end?
Today being a significant day in remembrance
Of our Australians and New Zealanders
Who lost their lives or suffered for their new generations to defend.
 
Was the sound of the “Last Post” a new hope?
Or a reminder of our great loss
A fortunate day now for some
But how many lives have these terrible wars cost?

Conflicts and battles where our innocent women and men,
who were armed and sent in to hell to protect all at home and defend.
 
Today at Kings Park in Perth, a Memorial Service will be held
To commemorate our brave ANZAC warriors
As a tribute to their bravery, courage and strength.
 
The Flame of Remembrance will always be burning bright

Never to be diminished

As a guiding Beacon of everlasting light and life
 
Words can never express,
For how could we ever forget
Those battles that were fought with courage, bravery and honourable intents.
I have no more words… as the silence echoes back
Reverberating along the Whispering Wall
 
Thank you.
 
Lest we should ever, ever forget.
Victoria Healing ~ 25.4.2018
Silence Echoes

... 'They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.' 
For The Fallen ~ Laurence Binyon

 Art: Cam Scale, Photography: Annette Green 
via Australian Silo Art Trail in Devenish, Victoria  


 

Silence echoes



Bilbies Not Bunnies

BILBIES NOT BUNNIES 
Pushing through the shop’s glass door,
there stood a Bilby, I’d not seen before.
The charismatic Bilby is a rare sight,
endangered species, in survival plight.

So, to Bilby yes? or to Bilby no?
these Easter treats, are good to go.
Your mission, should you accept,
to buy a ‘Bilby’ chocolate Easter egg.

Bilby versus Bunny, what’s the harm?
Bilbie’s have big ears too and lots of charm.
The same sweet look, touch, taste and smell,
warm, earthy flavours, we know so well.

Us Aussies aren’t big mates of rabbits,
an invasive species with killing habits. 
Our land down under has this new trend,
funds raised in candy for Bilbies defence.

This being, a statement of Australian pride,
Bilby easter eggs support marsupial life.
Bilbies are so much better than bunnies, 
guilt free treats, make conservation money.
Victoria Healing ~ 2.4.2021 
Bilbies Not Bunnies

Watching:

“A meeting of adorable minds’

Heart melts, when Prince George met Bilby at Taronga Zoo.

https://abcnews.go.com/International/prince-george-squeals-delight-meeting-bilby-named/story?id=23397214

 

Reading:

Oii, Oii, Oii

The greater Bilby is also known as the rabbit-eared bandicoot, once occupied over 80 percent of Australia, but due to decades and decades of decline, they’ve become nearly extinct and only a handful of them exist in remote regions of Australia. Australian conservation groups are encouraging public awareness of the greater Bilby by promoting the Easter Bilby as an alternative to the Easter bunny. 

https://www.australiangeographic.com.au/topics/wildlife/2017/04/10-reasons-australians-should-celebrate-bilbies-not-bunnies-this-easter/

Why you should support the Bilby this Easter 

https://bit.ly/2QKMN23

 

What can you do?

All you have to do is swap the chocolate bunny to chocolate Bilby this Easter.

Wildlife Conservation Co – link

https://www.wildlifeconservationco.com/

Their future is in our hands

https://savethebilbyfund.com 

https://istillcallaustraliahome.com/?variant=38223274016935

 

 

 


Top Image: OZ Travellers

Check Your Rear

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
@rhymesvpoetry
  · Writer

Smuggling Back to Wales

 

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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)

 

DEAR DIARY,

“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.

Watch this Space…

X — at Australia’s Coral Coast

 

 

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