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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

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

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