Charlotte the Tarantula and Burt the Millipede – True Story

 

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‘Burt The millipede’ may look a bit ‘creepy’ to some of you. But he actually feels like solid, shiny plastic to touch. Not greasy or slithery like you may imagine? His millions of feet …. are like velcro Β (or a clothes brush …) very sturdy. When you put one on your arm they stick just like velcro would too (it doesn’t hurt and actually feels quite therapeutic.) Β They don’t smell horrid either. Remember, even if you think ‘nature’ is ugly, everything, yes … everything has feelings. All animals feel pain and have emotions.

And then we have ‘Charlotte’ who is a Chilean Rose Hair Tarantula. Someone had her as a pet then didn’t want her anymore. So now she is at Nuneaton and Warwickshire Wildlife Sanctuary too. They can be a little bit nasty if we upset them. Just like some humans. Β I do believe wild animals should be left ‘in the wild.’ Yet when they become injured, poorly or are unable to care for themselves, humans have to take responsibility for them (the kind ones.)

We have to praise sanctuarys and rescue centres. They do the work of Angels and mostly for very little pay. I am going to write more about rescuers and what they do in the near future as I don’t think many people are aware of what sacrifices they make. Many even sell their homes, cars, furniture to keep going. Also you don’t always find them online – they’re too busy with the animals. So this is where we can ALL help.

Tomorrow I will show you some pictures of Bramble. Bramble is a Roebuck Deer that lives with a turkey. Animals work with consciousness. They magnetize energy with any other breed when in a non intrusive, safe space. It’s very profound and shows us that there is more to life than we may think. They connect when they feel safe across species and breeds. Never forget that πŸ™‚

Thank you to ‘Harmony’ pictured above who is a diamond. (Not a real one, obviously- I think it’s called a metaphor – I’m rubbish at these things as I didn’t like school.) Harmony gives much of her life freely to sick animals. She is a volunteer. But I think a better name is ‘Light Worker.’ I know that ‘Light Workers’ smile more than most other people.

When we have kind people around us, we smile more too. So when life becomes sad we can go out and find things that don’t cost money to make us happy again. We can find places that are helping animals, and we can ALL become ‘Light Workers’.

I am going to set up a blog for children. Because I believe children are magical. Yes, I believe children have special powers that no other grown up has. Perhaps powers that are so magnificent, ‘you’ could change the world.

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Tiffany !!

Gizmo the Wild Owl for Nuneaton and Warwickshire Wildlife Sanctuary and Wetnose Animal Aid

 

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I discovered a small family rescue in Nuneaton – Warwickshire.Β It really does put things into perspective when we see how responsive animals are to kindness. None of these animals are pets. They belong in the wild. All the animals have been rescued and would not be here if it were not for Nuneaton and Warwickshire Animal Sanctuary.

Tiffany. X

 

#GuestBlog a First Attempt at an English #Poem

Well if this is a first attempt at English, how commendable. So very aspiring. Well done … from the UK πŸ™‚

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Written by Arti Poemsbyarti.wordpress.com, her first attempt at writing English.

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‘Fame Misplaced’ by Tiffany Belle Harper

Fame – often a misconstrued word. Where mainstream fame can become a defect to personal goals.

A dad’s version of fame – could be to be adored by his children.

A shopkeepers idea of fame may be to have the nicest bread.

As long as our perceptionΒ of fame is for the benefit of others or to expand our own creative expression, we can all be ‘fame.’ Whether we are story makers, fortune tellers or mishaps of justice. Fame can be regarded as a sense of goodness.

But when fame becomes deformed, for only self-gratification – we go wrong. We seek only the approval of strangers. We become disoriented with our community and we forsake the true originality of what it is we loved in the first instance.

We should never fear having a voice if we come from a place of sincerity for our life purpose. To not fear bearing the fruit of our truth from a place of love.

If life has taught me one thing, never give the wrong man a microphone.

Tiffany Belle Harper.