Face lights up … ‘Literally speaking’, it is the use of spelling.
Incorporate witchcraft into their writing and consider morning writing rituals as a form of magic. They usually research their own passions and interests. The Word Witch will very often have their own writing portal in their library, to practice their craft. They don’t always just use the library though. Many enjoy watching earthlings and taking long road trips in nature, as they scribble notes to take back to their sacred hub, to conjure word spells.
WORDS WITHOUT END
Attentively waiting, tilting head,
listening in, to what is being said.
You can’t pick a topic, a topic picks you,
a prompting of words, rushing through.
Happy, sad, funny or amusing,
you’ll find there is no choosing.
Then Bingo! out of the blue,
new dialog comes flowing through.
You’ll know just what to write,
sitting quietly, hearing inner sights.
Words will not come on command,
or writing will be boring and bland.
Words from the spirit of heart,
is where to make a new start.
Within those words without end,
quickly rush to grab your pen.
Victoria Healing ~ 16.10.2020
WORDS WITHOUT END
On ‘Writers block’
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
“That’s beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like it.
it is quite amazing, I am feeling excited”
Knit one, purl one, cast on or cast off?
Fisherman’s rib, stocking stitch or slipped knots.
Yarns of wool, scattered and strewn about,
while knitting needles clicked, in rhythmic sound.
Seated upon her plush, deluxe chair,
whiling hours of her time, she sat, knitting there.
Crafting vivid garments, in stylish fashions,
we knew that she had, had, an extreme passion.
She was a trendy knitter and garment maker,
teapot cosies and our heirloom, blankets creator.
Although, her ultimate talent and gift to boast,
was that she created, our iconic dolls clothes.
Measuring each doll by their shape and size,
producing up to the minute, her latest designs.
Nothing was too difficult or challenging for her,
mod dresses, Red Riding Hood capes and mini skirts.
Known for her artistic and personal approach,
she was always humble, we never heard her boast.
We each made a fuss and called her a star,
but remaining ever modest, she’d reply, “tra la la la”
If ever there was a good yarn to be had,
our Nan would be at the top of your class.
Pouring her love into each strand of her stitches,
how on earth, could I have missed this?
It’s ironic, as now that I’m looking back,
that she’d always give our scalps, a bloody hard scratch.
Shouting out “Have you got any visitors in there”?
if you’ve got “NITS” they’d better fall out of your hair!
This was my darling Nan, Beatrice Booker, who,
was my co-conspirator and guardian angel too!
Victoria Healing ~ 12.6.2019
To Nit or Knot?
Those that touch our hearts, stay in our lives forever.
In loving memory of my dear Nan, Beatrice Margetts (nee Booker) …
When someone you love becomes a memory, their memory becomes your treasure.
“Given good yarn, good workmanship, and good care, a knitted shawl can outlive its knitter, providing warmth and pleasure to several generations of family and friends.” ― Martha Waterman
Knit~ The word is derived from knot from the Old Englishcnyttan, to knot.
Did You Know ~ Studies have shown that hand knitting, provide several significant health benefits. The rhythmic and repetitive action of hand knitting can help prevent and manage stress, pain and depression, which in turn strengthens the body’s immune system”, as well as create a relaxation response in the body which can decrease blood pressure, heart rate, help prevent illness, and have a calming effect. Pain specialists have also found that hand knitting changes brain chemistry, resulting in an increase in “feel good” hormones (i.e. serotonin and dopamine) and a decrease in stress hormones.
Hand knitting, along with other leisure activities, has been linked to reducing the risk of developing Alzheimer’s disease and dementia. Much like physical activity strengthens the body, mental exercise makes the human brain more resilient.
knitting can positively impact your life is improving the dexterity in your hands and figures. This keeps your fingers limber and can be especially helpful for those with arthritis. Knitting can reduce the pain of arthritis if people make it a daily habit.