Day: August 14, 2017

busy afternoon – rainbow tent – man from Brazil #diary

Well my son’s only been gone one afternoon and already magical things are taking me in all directions (again.) Kate from over the road invited me over for a glass of wine and to introduce me to her new lodger. She gets a lot of them as she rents out her spare room to exchange students. They come from all over the world in all shapes and sizes with so many tales of the bigger world out there. It’s F.A.B.

Last one was French. He cooked for us. All six of us actually. We loved it. Not sure it got him down a bit towards the end. The new one who arrived today is from Brazil. His English is already coming along. Thursday we’re taking him up the Yorkshire Dales and I will take lots of pictures. He’s already invited us all to Brazil and I am going! Have always wanted to go there plus Columbia. Both on my bucket list.

I’ve told the girls I am selling up and it didn’t go as well I expected. I think we’ve all got quite fond of the adventures on this street!

Been working on the rainbow tent project all afternoon with Kris and Karlyn (online.) Bought loads of cushions, rugs. Was fun. It’s going to be great and busy! It will be a hub for people to come together who feel fragmented by inner turmoil and life in general. A place to bring love back to the epicentre of all that we do away from the glare of the web.

I do have to make sacrifices. One of which will be Twitter. I keep getting pulled back into it as I want to support my friends but it ‘as always’ makes me feel miserable. I wish I could be tougher on myself.

My book is not a whim, (I do write every day … ) it’s about my journey but how do you write a book simultaneously. It’s hard! So much happens on a daily basis. I’ve been advised by a friend not to put it online until it is actually finished for a plethora of reasons. (Where to begin … am tired today.)

TBH.

by Tiffany Belle Harper

for my son – may your journey bring knowledge

Dropped my youngest son at the airport. He works so hard – seldom taking time for himself. Previous time was when we went to Amsterdam last year. He hasn’t even visited Annona in Wales yet.

I can’t help being sentimental – he’s a grown up now and very independent. Never been a worry. Neither of my boys have. They do their own thing which makes me forever more proud and sometimes a little guilty as I walk my own journey with little demand. I’m lucky.

My youngest son has built a property portfolio using only his own craftsmanship. He’s provided affordable housing for tenants. He’s a degree in surveying but chose to work this way as opposed to office life.

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Just sitting at the airport meant we had time without the usual distractions of our phones and things to get done. We talked on a higher level. We can do that. We are like-minded. He’s a wise soul. So spiritually connected and well researched yet, practically driven. Ahead of me on both counts. They both are.

My eldest son amongst other things, collects world artefact and listens to Mozart alongside drum n’ bass. He loves music and philosophy. Between them they cover everything I could wish for.

As I walked away my youngest son said, ‘Mum, keep in good spirit.’

It’s the way he said it.

I walked away holding a cappuccino in a cardboard cup, wearing my favourite red trainers and an orange plastic festival jacket – grinning from cheek to cheek. I didn’t look back. (But I wanted to …)

I said he should take a camera – record the break. He replied, ‘I don’t need to do that.’ He hasn’t even got a smart phone. Just some old tatty thing. Whereas, I can be overly decadent with gadgets. Although, not phones. I only lose them.

I wish him a journey full of abundance as he travels alone.

TBH. (Mum.) X

by Tiffany Belle Harper