Picturing the majestic forests of trees,
all stress was gone and heart put at ease.
Wandering down a path of fond memories,
as a daughter of Welsh descendants.
How could one possibly, simply express,
those delightful feelings of happiness.
Peaking mountains of the green and wild,
all city life deleted with nature reconciled.
Precious trips with Mom to visit my Celtic family,
childhood days, made me lighthearted, happy.
The lands of poet; Dylan Thomas and Tom Jones,
and of the glorious golden daffodils back home.
The corner shops, the warmth of hospitality,
seas of blue bells, amidst olde oaks in valley.
Chopping seas, the cool winding streams,
in reminiscing; this is what Wales means to me.
Visualising myself amongst these lovely things,
to remember what this memorial day brings.
A reminder of my angelic Mom, now today,
and that it should have been her birthday.
Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom,
time slips by and life has gone on.
But from our hearts you’ve never gone.
We think about you always,
and we talk about you too.
We have so many happy memories,
but we wish we still had you.
Always loved, forever missed.
Until we meet again
‘Obsessed by our childhood tales, we spend our lives searching for our magic door back to our lost wonder lands ‘
‘My beautiful Wales is awash with Bluebells and the odd Daffodil. I think they compliment each other beautifully. Taken at Ten Acre Wood, Margam’ ~ Steve Thomas Jones
Happy Birthday to the greatest Poet of the 20th century.
Dylan Marlais Thomas was born on this day 27th October (1914) in Swansea, Wales. Thomas was a mystical poet and writer of philosophy, whose works include the poems “Do not go gentle into that good night” Thomas has left an everlasting impact on Welsh culture. He had a distinctive and unique voice and wrote in a way that no-one else could.
Dylan’s Birthdate 27.10.1914 adds up to Life Path: 25/7
Dylan was strongly intuitive and had prophetic dreams. What others saw in him as intuition was a developed talent of observation and attention to details. He had an alert, energetic mind which always sought new enterprises, ideas and locations. A pioneering spirit and quest for knowledge, brought out the fiery missionary zeal within him. He was a spiritual crusader.
Because solitude is necessary for analysis, he would have felt the need to spend time alone, away from the crowds and in touch with nature.
… And of course poets and writers are all reclusive people. We are all writing to escape, just as readers, are reading to escape. It’s an addiction, its dreadful. We don’t consciously create a poetic style, but there is certain degree of concentration and there’s an element of consciousness, but not self-consciousness and an element of instinct.Inspiration often comes as an unexpected thing. The real beauty is when you are taken somewhere where you weren’t expecting to go.
THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
I believe the gist of ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’ is that we should want to get as much living done as we can while we can—that we wring it of every flicker of light before that light dies. What an ingenious use of words.
‘I’ve just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that’s the record’ ~ Dylan Thomas
“Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone and not alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. All that matters about poetry is the enjoyment of it however tragic it may be all that matters is the eternal movement behind it – the great undercurrent of human grief, folly, pretension, exaltation and ignorance – however unlofty the intention of the poem…” – Dylan Thomas
He lives in the hearts of many even today.
History has Dylan dying from drink, but here is another theory
Come quiet. Come vigilant. Come true.
Come alone, intuit what you should do.
Do not make an effort. Do not stir a thought.
Truth breathes wisdom, in Divinity of all.
Open heart. unconscious mind.
Listen to the mystical cues you find.
Time is lost and not, as it has been.
When co creating, with our *Awen*.
Milking insights, of primal surrender.
whisperings of Cambrian ancestors.
It’s quite unbelievable and absurd.
How many ignore their ‘writing’ words.
There be a thread of quivering sound,
slipping of knots, into stitches around.
Scribbling sentiments like wild hunters,
or lightening strikes, when it thunders.
It’s a taste of brilliance, sewn in colours.
Rainbows imposed on top of the other.
Focus in contemplation. All you will;
when Awen holds your magical quill.
Weavers of Cymru indigenous tales.
Blessed be, our Awenyddion of Wales.
Victoria Healing ~ 13.10.2021
/!\ Never-Ending-Verse /!\
‘An Awenyddionstudies the different cycles and their place in them and most of all, they try to make the world a better place for themselves and other people.’ ~ Isobel Bird
When You Believe
They are born of earth, flame and bone,
long since forgotten and sleeping alone.
They weren’t the last to walk these paths,
through other worlds, they’ve since passed.
Scrambling through the cauldrons of hell,
back to the place they are known to dwell.
They’re messengers of balance and magic,
how we’ve forgotten them is utterly tragic.
Adored by the Welsh, their omens of good,
seers of great wisdom, wherein they stood.
Stand out magnificent, mammoth and mythic,
in fighting for what is right, they are terrific.
Their unquenchable flames of compassion,
in virtues of empathy, truth and passion.
It was a long time coming and they knew,
that hidden in yourself is a dragon, or two.
They light the sky with inferno of flames,
the legends of Dragons will always remain.
With fearless hearts, wisdom and charm,
when guarded by dragons, none are harmed.
Creators or destroyers back in their time,
friends of the shamans and gods divined.
If you’d like to practice earth spirituality,
wake your dragon energy, then you’ll believe.
Victoria Healing ~ 12.10.2021
/!\ Way of the Dragon /!\
Is Dragon Your Totem Animal?
The Dragon is often seen as the guardian of treasure. The treasure symbolises you. You must overcome your struggles and fears to reach your true self. Dragon is here to help you find what you are searching for.
Roald Dahl was born in Cardiff, Wales on this day 13 September (1916) He served as a fighter pilot in the British R.A.F. (Royal Air Force) during World War II. Dahl was a famous short story writer who became one of the most successful and beloved children’s writers of all time.
YOU’RE NEVER TOO OLD TO READ CHILDREN’S BOOKS
Dahl has written many popular children’s stories. However, I never had the chance to read any of his stories as a child. It was much later in life that my Mom happened to discover these adventures. From James and the Giant Peach, The Min Pin’s to our most favourite proponent of magic: ‘Matilda Wormwood’. We were strangely mesmerised, feeling happy and understood. Comforted by the thought that ‘Goodness and kindness, will always overcome bad’
WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER
We loved Matilda’s weavings of magic and the special powers that she held. She was someone we believed in and aspired to. She made us feel safe in knowing that‘We weren’t alone’My Mom was my most treasured ‘Miss Honey’ and favourite teacher ‘
Although, I wish now, that I’d read this story, before I began school. Everyone back then had a field day, teasing me, because I was so small. How easy it was for them to be full of bravado when they were taller than me.
MATTERS OF IMPORTANCE
In Numerology Roald Dahl’s Birth Date (13.9.1916) adds up to his Life Path of ’30’
Meaning: ‘3’ Creative. Expansive. Communicative. Diversified. Sociable. Dramatic. ‘0’ is the Universal force behind this expression.
Shining brilliantly as the brightest star in the heavens, sprinkling a little sparkle into the lives of many people. Idealistic with an interest in higher consciousness and prophecy. Skilful in the arts. Lover of writing, children and animals.
Would easily occupy the centre of the stage, as charming and agreeable.
‘There is no end to what you can invent if you put your mind to it. You can go on forever’ ~ Ophelia Dahl (Roald’s daughter)
THE SECRET DOOR
She saw a glimpse of paradise in a butterfly,
brightly coloured flowers and dragonflies.
Where flocks of birds chirrup and sing,
extra sensual pleasures, to her, they bring.
I don’t know, who didn’t tell you this,
another legend, that history has missed.
Although, they do say, it is utterly true,
that there is a hidden portal to go through.
An enchanted garden, across Welsh lakes,
where our fair folk dwell, for goodness sake.
Envision your wildest, of fantasy dreams,
of a world, that is as magickal as it seems.
Using your prayers with good intentions,
whisper favours on the pure will of heaven.
Find the secret door, across invisible lake,
set forwards to holy island, of spritely fae.
Known as the Welsh kingdom of the Tylwyth Teg,
the Fair Folk. There. Now. it has been said.
A little bit of fantasy, a little bit of fun,
A little bit of laughter, the spell is begun.
Yet, woe betide, any who bring home, a token,
or the fair family’s blessings, will be broken.
Victoria Healing ~ 10.6.2021
The Secret Door
Where are the Story Tellers?
‘Some day you will be old enough to start reading faery tales again’ ~ CS Lewis
As a young girl, I used to sit on my mother’s knee, listening to my (Welsh) great grandmother sharing wonderful stories, about the folklore of my ancestral history. Sadly, those days have long gone. However, I decided to research, where those stories originated from.
It has been a wonderful adventure. And so, in honour of my Great Grandmother, I have rewritten her stories, as memoirs, to be saved for my future generations, so that our ancestral links will never be lost.
Known anciently as “Y Tylwyth Teg” which literally means “the fair folk”, Welsh faeries typically live in lakes or streams and sometimes in hill hollows. There are various tales of humans being trapped in the fairy realm and the intermarriage between faeries and humankind. ~ Nia Jones. The Spooky Isles)
It was said, that if your little finger was crooked on the end, it was because you were descended from fairies.
You have the same power available to you as the fairies do. It starts with loving the Earth through your heartfelt gratitude and appreciation, but more important, through your actions. The fairies can help you reconnect in a more intimate way with the Earth, and all they require is your willingness to pay attention to the trees and plant life around you and demonstrate your care. ~ Stephen D Farmer Ph.d
They’re waiting for you
Spirits of Nature:
The real reason there’s a connection between fairies and witches is simple – nature. Fairies are the spirits of nature, so naturally when witches work with nature, they are working with fairies.
Fairy Food and Libations:
Traditionally, fairies loved sweets so anything you’ve baked at home is a perfect fairy offering.
The fairies are appreciative of shiny things. Sparkly offerings like jewellery, crystals, stones, and glass are appropriate. Fairies like Celtic flute music, tinkly wind chimes, and people who care for the earth and wildlife. So make your gardening ventures an offering to the fey.
~ Otherworldly Oracle.
Dip deep enough into the folk history of any European country and you will find stories about another folk who share our natural world.
The Oak brings ~ Wisdom. Health. Luck. Prosperity. Protection. Endurance. Courage. Self determination.
A gateway to new understanding.
OPEN THE DOOR
Great spirit of Oak,
grant we courage and wisdom.
Knowledge and strength,
in making our decisions.
And in each fortunate
and blessed opportunity.
We pray; your power of
protection and security.
May we enter the doorway,
into your noble graces.
Which lead us towards,
ethereal and sacred places.
May we listen in patience
and clarity to your stories.
In the kingdom of awareness
and of your beneficent forces.
Victoria Healing ~ 8.6.2021
Open the Door: D’Duir
THE KING OF TREES
‘The Celtic word for Oak is “Duir” and the name “Druid” comes from a combination of the word “Duir” and the word “wyd” which means “to know.
Recognised as the trees of shamans; The doorway leading between the worlds. A portal to the divine.
Oak groves were used as sacred places of worship before churches came to be and the Druids are named after this holy tree’ ~ Heather Luna. The Oak and the Acorn
OAK TREE SYMBOLISM
Exploring CelticMeaningOakTree and the Ogham: The oak is considered a cosmic storehouse of wisdom embodied within its towering strength.
The medieval Welsh poem Cad Goddeu (The Battle of the Trees) is believed to contain Celtic tree lore, possibly relating to the crann ogham, the branch of the ogham alphabet where tree names are used as mnemonic devices.
‘Use Oak twigs fashioned into a pentagram as a decorative amulet, to protect your home, car or wherever you place it. Witches who work with the Fey, will find their efforts enhanced by using an Oak as portal. Oak faeries are brave and strong and if you ask respectfully, they can confer endurance” ~ Witches and Witchcraft. com
"Clap, clap, I am asking for an egg for the children, on the parish'"
CLAPPING FOR EGGS
Hand in hand, children march Welsh streets,
banging wooden clappers, asking for Easter treats.
Chanting at doors ‘Can we please have an egg’?
grinning broadly, as they each customarily beg.
Shirts untucked, stained dresses, hair ruffled,
around neighbourhood homes they’ve shuffled.
‘Who do you belong to?’ The occupants quizzed,
‘Give my regards to Mam, it’s good service you give’
Happily excited, but now exhausted and tired,
the households, having awarded their desires.
In their baskets, Easter treasures safely stored,
eggs of various sizes and colours, as reward.
Returning home with their gatherings of loot,
Mom’s patted heads, praising her tired brood.
Shoelaces slapping wearily on wooden floors,
their Easter work done, now thank the Lord.
Victoria Healing ~ 5.4.2020
Image: Claire Roige Photography- Family photographer in Swansea, South Wales.
If the family in the house knew these small children, knew their siblings, and some were missing, they would also give them an egg for those brothers or sisters.
Happy Easter Monday
in Welsh: Dydd Llun Pasg Hapus
Apparently egg clapping is a traditional Welsh thing, they prefer an Egg Clap to a Egg hunt.
The Welsh term for this custom is ‘Clapio Wyau’.
The translation is in other words for those who are being cared for on the parish – in the workhouse or receiving some benefits to support them. During the 19th Century, children would collect hen eggs from generous farmers to fill the family pantry for the Easter celebrations.
Even though I have Welsh ancestors, I had never heard of this tradition before. Unfortunately a lot of our Welsh customs have been lost over time. I’ve had to research the Welsh museums for this information. There is no reference to egg clapping in Wiki, only a practice called egg tapping which has been taken from Europe to other countries. This is the only similar reference that I could find: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_tapping It’s interesting to compare other countries festivals. These remind me of the old castanets we used to play in musical classes at school. I found an original image of these clappers in a Welsh historical group, who said that: ‘This clapper belonged to my Uncle Norman, must be nearly a hundred years old now’
Wales has many of its own traditions for celebrating Easter.