The Cyclical Feminine with Masculine and The Love Nest

I have been on a good journey and it is blissful. Thing is when we find our inner peace, we can often close the doors to retain that sense of abundance. But there always must be some kind of focus. That said it is not a sin to be content with self.

I have opened my heart chakra here in Lytham. Mainly to feel a sense of universal connectivity, as life can take us all off track and we need to get back to center. We are not floating souls, we are for now, mortal bodies. And those who are awake will be feeling a sense of contentment that requires almost total submission. Trying to resist such deep and energetical changes will only dislodge the current movement with time and evolvement that cannot be avoided. And everything we do, say, visualize and fantasise contributes to this higher frequency portal that is essential to Earth.

Animals feel it most. They change with the weather and moon cycle. Speaking of which I have spoken to a friend. Her name is Georgie and she does my nails. A wise young girl and we got talking about the moon and the cyclical well-being of women. Georgie hit on something I myself believe in but often I keep my spiritual pondering to myself. She said that women should be permitted to be quiet during Autumn and Winter. To manifest for Spring and Summer. That our entire perspective of the calendar as we know it, is very wrong. We both agreed that all our routine is created by history and men. Women were even told to lie on their backs to have children so the perspective Father could see the birth with ease.

It was once told the new year starts with Spring. The real time we celebrate life with the new birth of nature. The season of brightness and growth. Then as winter approaches everything falls back to earth to rest and prepare for another cycle. I have always said this. And as I have become older, for Autumn and Winter I crave privacy and to be loved. We can feel that love transmit to others and it comes back by return for brighter months. In turn the world becomes better for the women who have been quiet with the cold.

Although this last winter my natural cycle was thrown into utter disarray as a result of unnatural and unnecessary circumstances. It does make me wish women could lose all technology for half of the year. To retain our peace and feel nurtured. But we can by choice, to let our trusted and appointed counterparts take care of us. And when I say that I refer to ‘by our own choice’ and not control of fascism. The Vampire Syndrome, when you get a person who has told him/her ‘self’ they are permitted to invade what is not their right or place to do so.  

When Spring arrives, I am the one that wants to nurture. To nurture and manifest my immediate surroundings and to cultivate the simple things with ease of finance and less burden to meet too many human demands. And in a muse type fashion I yearn for just one person to focus on.  As this is how the heart chakra opens. To have a kindred spirit. And it is a woman’s right to organically entice her flame for the sacred time she manifests in her highest power with his loyalty. When that balance feels right, great changes can collectively take place around not only Earth but the Solar System.

Some of us believe in Angels. Angels are a term for light, guidance, and absolute love. The realms have no ego, no state of power and no end. It is a condition of absolute harmony. Some may call it Utopia and with the right karmic Earth balance, we can tap into this source. But it is important for such people who are awake, to protect their open chakras, for they are brave to share. The wrong energy can invade such innocence. But do not worry. One day they must pay it all back, as they raped the absolute of what was not rightfully theirs. Love is given by agreement, by travel of intention and it is the most pleasurable thing to experience.

We must always ensure those we want and love the most are rewarded by return. To find a balance of comfort. Great universal change is taking place and it has a healing magnet that can pave the way forward for the new star seeds. Let go of all that is no longer necessary or required. New doors open. Change is good for the foreseeable. New Love is Here. To be great is to pioneer positive change and be focused in health and a happy heart alongside all projects. And women need love in the dark to give men such love in the light. The masculine and feminine can be found within all of us.

I have created a little summer house that has made me happy. I have felt inspired and thankful. Next up to do a bit in my bedroom with colour. So, connected to teal, pastel blue and velvet. I am open to change and new directions. We can travel light leaving all behind us, but it is the taking part that counts. To enjoy being in the moment. To create space that feeds our sense to nurture. This is not solitude this is heaven to me. I love with all my heart. And I do not fear new beginnings, nor do I hold on to the past. So be done and be gone to those who have crossed me. I hold no grudges. I wish you but well. To be as content as I am.

Of recent months I processed then released some anger toward people I trusted, who did not stand up for what they witnessed. Who I thought had left me to suffer knowing what was going on? But the truth was they did not want to address such darkness. Because that is what evil wants. Attention. But to be honest, I could not have stood back if faced with the same set of circumstances. That said the abuse was carried out so indirectly, how does anyone catch a coward in his playground.

There are however, no hard feelings to the good people who I know this has also affected. It’s been tough and I think many of us have witnessed first hand, pure evil spiraling out of control. Bitterness and resentment are portals to bullying and abuse. And being a parent, I often ask myself how children should learn about kindness, diversity, and acceptance collectively. To be better than much of the current system. But then I am not here to save the world. I have no voice. But what I do give is my truth. And it is not about quantity in my world. It is about quality and the right messengers will use that well. I will go where I am meant to be. And my heart is for one.  

Change is Life. Change can be together. To work with our own core values will attract the right true and authentic real love, that will remain and gain strength, dispelling bad intention and invasive methods. So to the real friends of this Earth have courage. Because love is everything and a woman is to be of value, as during her peace will come your best assets. Adorn the feminine, embrace the equilibrium. For when women are no longer valued amongst men, the world will become only disaster.

Each Monday for the lighter months, I will post here and now and again, of course. I love to share music,design and photography. But I do know I need to write more. It’s all been a crazy time. But good things came. I am so thankful for that. To be reassured not all is bad. And that is how I was beginning to think in the mindset. I was terrorized and found enough trust to live again. Like never before.

Evil has no place near to me.

Peace and Love.

Tiffany. X

A Stalker, Spring and My Journey

Spring is here and winter is behind us. It’s been a tough one for me. When someone you thought had moved on, returns to your life and becomes a nuisance in ways that are invasive and upsetting, it can completely throw us into a sense of utter despair.

Since the end of last November, I have been aware of many significant changes in my life that altered my long term outlook towards the world. How none of us are ever really safe. If somebody has money and spare time on their hands, they can invade just about every aspect of our once assumed secure world.

I have removed WhatsApp from my phone, unable to speak to friends and family. Where my laptop was once a lifeline to communicate, blog and enjoy tech, now a tool of trepidation. I had to seek help to overcome my constant sense of not ever feeling safe, to the point of not taking my dogs out for walks.

This man came from Twitter many years ago, still using the same platform to leave cryptic clues, which in turn lead me to discover hidden software within my real world. I thought if this is going to be a permanent thing, I refuse to spend the rest of my life trying to discover by means of social media, what he is going to do next. It was a form of control. When this began over ten years ago, I was destitute, I did not see my family and was over coming an assault for which almost cost me my life. I worked from home within the pet industry. I was a sitting target, because I thought everyone was nice. This guy belittled me publicly whilst I was a volunteer, affecting by self esteem in very physiological ways. I lost all my mojo and vision for the future.

I got back up off my feet, eventually bought my own home and then moved to Blackpool, where I made a lot of new friends and did well in business. I had not looked back and although I was aware the guy and his partner had some kind of perilously vindictive issue with me, I spent little time online. On reflection I believe he had become obsessed with me, detesting the fact, I was no longer vulnerable. For many years wherever I have moved about online, I have always blocked them. This has not made a bit of difference. Socials are fine we can just switch it off. But when a person convinces himself it is perfectly normal to spy on a woman 24/7 who is by herself, this becomes criminal. He has recruited people to terrorise me.

All this forced me (after many years of progress within my goals) to return to look at his online activity, to ascertain his agenda with regard to my safety, data and privacy. I guess this is what empowered him further, that he had at last got my attention, despite being for all the wrong reasons. Although when you are aware someone has watched you in your bedroom, what you were discussing on the phone with your loved ones. And even when you went to the shops, it becomes fearful, because you realise they must be very sick and delusional. You wonder why they are doing it? And will it ever stop? Then weeks ago, I just stopped looking at the warped road map. We should never pay attention to negativity. I will always be aware he could still be around, but certainly not as concerned. It’s not my problem to deal with addicts and I have no idea where they are at with it. It bores the fuck out of me. I just hope it’s by now, stopped. It does certainly feel lighter.

In life we cannot have everything we want. People are free to choose their friends, relationships, and most of all how they wish to spend their time privately. And nobody aware of this should be a bystander. If we let this type of behaviour go unnoticed we are endangering all of our security going forward. There are probably thousands of people around the world being sabotaged by a misuse of tech and social media.

During all this, unexplainable misfortune. My housekeeper has had her phone hacked. My little rescue cat vanished. The Smart Lock to my hotel has been hacked. Alexa and Smart gadgets around the hotel going on and off. Doors being tampered with at my home in Lytham and damage to my car. Reference to access with my CCTV in the hotel and much more.

On the bright side it has made me appreciate my life so much more. Stuff the rest of us take for granted becoming compromised. I had simply wanted to spend time designing a family home in memory of Dad, in peace before I move on. I had metaphorically speaking, left the gate wide open for a stalker.

When you lose all trust in your technical aids you turn to your heart and look inwards. And I thought to myself, ‘no way am I going to let a low life person make a difference to my life. I am worth more than that’. One of my steps was to go back to Twitter and get past that former feeling of being constantly watched by two destructive people for which I have no interest.

I am proud how far I have come these last months. It’s been the worst chapter of my life. And at times I was not sure about my personal safety. But that’s what abusers do. They’re bad losers and because they cannot have what they want, they try to destroy what it is you have.

Better times are ahead. I have however, lost my loyalty to the UK, because during all this I felt very let down by the system. But life is much bigger than that. I have a lot of skills, a warm soul and I am happy with who I am. When I love I do so fiercely, but it has to be mutual.

These last months I have realised that no matter how much we can feel safe with guests, friends, family and the community, some person can take that all away by remote resentment. I have employed men fresh from prison and rescued the wildest animals, finding total trust within them. But I won’t allow a stalker to break my soul. Therefore I will no longer be running my beautiful hotel. No regrets, it’s all been perfect. New beginnings, time for me now.

I want to thank the few people who have helped me. Less is More. And also the community in Lytham who have tried to find my cat. It means the world. I am completely, madly blown away by new feelings and aspirations. And I will never stop wearing my heart on my sleeve, because I am my authentic true self and that’s all we ever really have. Our own label. I enjoy who I am and I leave you all to it.


Tiffany X

Clarity by Tiffany Belle Harper.

Do any of you ever consider turning off your 5G and unplugging the web from your private space for an hour or a week. Imagine a world without intrusion or bias. Imagine a spell of time without complications and bad news.

Gaining freedom to use a charitable heart. To find causes close by, instead of a like or a share on a social platform.

And what about how, without those invisible frequencies travelling through your space, the air would seem clearer and thoughts gain clarity.

We can write letters, ask a neighbour to pass on a message. We can trust the birds to spread our unspoken fears. We can pray, meditate, write thoughts and memoirs by hand. We can be free of nosey minds, bad intentions and negative energies. In turn our entire surroundings become our own vibe. Trueness, love, hope and a worthy solitude.

We can live, for those moments in peace. Where fact is not fiction. Where life is not fear and where seeds become flowers of design, innovation and all things lovely.

We can go for a walk, spend time in the garden. Many ways to escape momentarily. But the home is our cave. Let’s clear the way for Spring. The stagnancy of winter. The place where we manifest our roots to stand solid against all storms. Stronger. Wiser. Awake. A clear Conscience.

To trust in Karmic Law – that one day, each one of us stand before. We can dowse with sage, sticks and incense. To remove all we do not require in a liberated and free society. One day we will all be free of sabotage, rape and forced invasion.

Tiffany. X

Why Independent Sex Workers help women by Tiffany Belle Harper.

If you don’t get out and need a good book idea, here’s some food for thought. True story by the way. Here goes! I wrote this very quickly.

I applaud sex workers. It never should be a taboo subject. Since the beginning of mankind women have been brave enough to offer services to keep everyone else safe. And in view of recent events for which have taken place in my life since the end of November 2022, this just reaffirms my opinion. That said, such a profession should be one of free will. Since no person should be exploited, groomed or forced into the industry.

For instance, there are women who choose to share their home and day to day lives to voyeurs, who pay to watch the cameras set around their homes or studios. These wonderful women make a good living and why shouldn’t they. They have undertaken the task to share their lives to those who require such a service.

And this is a double edged sword, because say for instance, a man is feeling lonely within his relationship. Yearning for more. Is intrigued by the risqué nature of peeping into the world of another. Then he must dig deep and pay for such a service. His wife knows not of this but in turn his relationship with his significant other improves. As he discovers that now his life has more depth, with his newfound vice. And what he lacks at home is paid for by means of a service. The woman he chooses to stalk with consent, makes a living from his nosiness.

And I know these workers can make as much as four to five hundred quid an hour. Leeds taught me well. I knew great people. I admire any woman who turns her skills to feed her children. And it’s not money laundering. Punters pay online by debit or credit card, marked discretely for the benefit of a shared bank statement. The salary for the woman is taxable and she registers as self employed. As a therapist or model. It’s all legal. Good luck to them! Everyone is happy. Perhaps not his wife, if she was to discover this sudden happiness given to her, comes from the life of paid access to working girls spaces.

But then I assume it is better for his wife to live in denial, since after all, her man is a less hungry person for his other (secret) fetish and perverted desire. He now wanks more regularly and grins like a cat. In belief his life is more wholesome. While the working girl buys herself nice things. Takes the kids to the cinema or chills out with her girlfriend. For probably she is glad to be out of the daze of males. A lot of working girls are gay, I have found.

On the other hand you can have a man who does not have permission to invade the space of a woman. A woman who is not a sex worker, who has not opened her world to strangers. Who chooses to be as she lives, while sharing only her secrets with her true and one love, for which they thrive together quite happily. This man, the Peeping Tom (a millionaire – a hoarder) a phycological rapist bombards himself into their secrets, looking for ways to find out who she speaks with, what she is planning and how her private world is. He takes without conscience, he feeds his depression with the lives of those who embody a contentment within their true tribes. Raping her of any form of solitude or space. Taking what does not belong to him. A repulsive, vulgar scum bag, living in a sea of lies. Relishing that swift opportunity to see her naked. Unbeknown to her, the times she walked from the shower to find her clothes for the day or pyjamas for bed. This vulgar man living in a delusional world of a forced relationship, had repeatedly raped the law of humanity and the right to privacy.

And I would say to any person if you want to expand your cravings, pay a specialist and don’t be a rapist.

Tiffany Belle Harper.

Two Real Examples of Most Recent Invasive Rape and Abuse in the UK

A thirty six year old woman in Blackpool, living and rearing her children, in what is regarded to be one of the most deprived regions of the town, is strip searched at 12.30am. whilst her children cry in another room in her home, having had their phones taken by the police.

She has been at work all day with one of her three jobs, raising money to feed her family. She hasn’t had time to shower. She is asked to remove her top, then bra. She is examined. Even her hair must be unleashed from the clasp. She is told to put the items back on, then remove her pants and trousers. To stand with her legs apart. She is told if she resists she will be restrained and her clothes cut off her. a woman of dignity. A mother.

The Abuses of the Law, Plate 7 by Hendrick Goltzius is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

A multi-millionaire in an affluent part of London has paid a third party to stalk a fifty eight year old woman, with no motive other than obsession. Cameras, drones and unauthorised access to public CCTV cameras. Keyloggers in her phone and laptop. He watches her come and go from the shower. Reads her messages and makes anonymous attacks of blackmail, harm and misery to her friends and family using targeted formulas behind the façade of his social media account.

He continues to build wealth.

We live in a world like this.

May God Help Us.

Tiffany. X

February Diary – Tarot – Life – Peace and Hope

As we mature into adults, we experience all kinds of emotions and situations that help mold us into what we could become. Our earlier years are our greatest lessons. We suffer many experiences that can be difficult to cope with. Such like bullying, family separations and the pressure of education. Religious enforcement. We can go one of two ways, to grow and learn through our maturity, or stay within those same patterns. To be enslaved to the past or to be in denial of how or why we do the things that can hurt others. Acts of cruelty become a burden not only for those who receive the brunt but also solve no long term sense of inner peace for the troublemaker.

Life is so short, and it is important to use our years here on Earth to improve our immediate surroundings with what comes to us organically in terms of ‘less is more.’  I am not certain that one of life’s myths is true > That we attract the right people around us. It does apply in our actual world and for me, it’s a lighthearted thing. I am not into lots of deep and meaningful friendships, as it can take over from what we need to get done in our own space. And for me, most of the time it’s taking care of my pets.

I think any animal lover will agree, having animals about the place is so beautiful. They become your tribe and they need you. In return you get heaps of love back. Although, working in animal rescue is not so pleasant, because it breaks your heart repeatedly. The animal rescue circuit is a tough business to be in. I spent years trying to do as much as I could to make a difference, ranging from the dolphins in Taiji, to hedgehogs in Burnley. I got completely squashed by the bigger rescues out there, who had loads of money and social influence. Yet, the sad thing being, each animal is precious and every rescuer deserves a voice. I take my hat off to all of them. The RSPCA for instance. They get direct debits and donations amounting to huge profit. Whereas, a small rescue must sell raffle tickets just to buy cat litter or poop bags.

So having pets to live with bypasses all that pressure because you’re still doing your bit but without the politics. When I worked at my peak for animal rights and welfare I had not long before suffered an assault in my own home. It was a frenzied attack which left me for dead. I had been hit with a glass. Repeatedly punched in my face and head. My hair torn out. The final blow, just as I was going to pass out anyway, he pulled my head back up and kneed me in the face. My eldest son had to feed me with a straw on Christmas day. I found solace in helping animals and this was part of my recovery. But I still worked. I set up websites for animal organisations. Barely made enough to eat a good meal but it was something. I lived in the attic at my youngest sons house for years. I was very unwell. And I was vulnerable. A lot of bad things happened as I was so naive. But I was determined to get up and try to find a new life.

It is hard to accept that there may be people out there who feel thrilled to know I was physically harmed. And to have that kind of mindset will mean they can do the same. Which is scary. To feel a thrill at the thought of inflicting any kind of hatred, is to be guilty.  

I am not a do-gooder. I have made mistakes. My greatest being, I have spent too many years looking for adventures, or rather they find me. But last year I decided to slow down. I became tired, realising, I am growing into a much older person. I have spent the last almost five years, on St Chads Road in Blackpool. I have worked very hard. Met lots of people. And at this point I must say 80% of them have been magnificent. The 20% were the folk that took advantage of a Groupon Offer at the first bed and breakfast I managed. Nobody was to blame; it was an experiment that went wrong. Because they all turned up having paid £72 for 3 nights and Groupon worded it, ‘with a free evening meal.’ It meant one meal. But most of them argued that not only should they get a free breakfast each day but also a free meal each night. They were the scroungers of society. People I would not want to bump into anywhere. They had appalling manners and stole stuff from the rooms. And here is a thing, many of them turned up in fancy cars and wore posh clothes.

They didn’t give a shit about me and I think I got about two reviews out of 300 vouchers. It was hell. I stood in my power, buckled down and I served them. But not with a smile. I actually told them what I thought of them. I explained Groupon had made a mistake but not one of them gave me any leniency. They ensured they got the full works. And most of them didn’t eat all their breakfast. They just ordered everything on the menu because it was free. Greedy bastards.

That said the rest of the experience has been enlightening in one way or another. Belleva being a couple’s hotel for a relaxing break (not swingers …. I may add) I have never met so many great people. Men who treat their women like princesses. So much love out there. We read all the bad stuff, but in the real world, love really does exist. I think any of  you will agree, being treated with a genuinely loving gesture is the  most gorgeous thing. I have seldom felt unsafe in my line of work as a hotelier. Infact I feel more secure when I do have guests, as I know they would take care should there ever be a problem. I have had guests help me clean, check the place before bed. Turn off the lights, etc. Basically, they have treated my place like their own home.

Last winter, I slowed things down. I have personal matters to build on and my mom needs to settle into new ways since losing dad. I want to see my kids happy.  We have all been through so much of recent years, some more than others and the vulnerable have been hit the hardest. Destitution, sickness, depression, fear. Most of our careers now have been forced to go online, one way or another. I think the pandemic made a lot of people feel very isolated. Where going to work became a routine, suddenly more people were at home. And it affected a lot of younger men in particular. Men do have a natural born sense of responsibility. To feel in control. Whereas women are good at multi-tasking and adjustment. Men do need to feel stable in their ability to go about their ways. So, for a typically average male, suddenly being unable to work or go up the pub. To watch a football match, sent many into a state of isolation and loneliness.

Sadly, numerous males have not yet recovered and go on with this sense of solitude. Men are very misunderstood in society. And a great thing about hospitality is you get to meet all types of people, not just for a fleeting second but for a weekend. And you get to trust in them. To realise most people are good. I go out wandering too and I speak to lots of people, especially around Blackpool. But sometimes I just sit with myself. And I listen to what I have to say. I believe that abuse and intimidation towards women is at an all time high. It is a combination of technology, for instance social media and then stuff like spyware. Also forced relationships and child exploitation. This is a subject that is endless. But because of the prevalence of this abuse, all men are getting tarred to the same brush. This is just not fair.

Men are giving other men a bad stigma. And women are under the apprehension all men are bad. That they should not trust strangers and every male presence is a possible threat to them. I haven’t got my own daughter, although I do have women who are like daughters to me. And I think I would instill into a girl going out alone (for instance) that she should be cautious. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t get her drink spiked etc.

My youngest son recently said to  me, he doesn’t chat with women when he goes out because she may think he is intruding on her space. And other men have told me they have been scorned for holding a door open for a woman, as it could be construed as regarding her of a weaker sex. Well, let’s be honest. Having experienced extreme assault, men are much stronger than women. We are the weaker sex. But we are also empowered and we give life. We are blessed with the vagina. A flower of beauty and we have breasts to produce milk.

When I came to Lytham last year to help with a family home, I saw it as a new beginning to feel inclusive and settled. At peace to revitalise and reflect on my life. It really has been tough but I am no quitter. Life can be tough for all of us. And a lot depends on what goals we set out to achieve. Whilst some wish for fame and success, others may want just the simple things. We may desire to pursue a career in health work or fashion. Or to work in a factory environment with a strong routine. To work nights or shifts to suit a household. Or to be a stay-at-home parent. And on … and on.

We also need time to find hobbies, ways to relax and unwind either within our own space or group environments. It is healing and distracts from addictions and obsessions that can become a tedious cycle of misery. 

I do tarot. I do this for my own interest. It is a way to interpret my intuition. Thing is, when life gets bad for me, I have in the past over done it. I think one card a day is fine. Or one reading a week. The last few days my card has been ‘the devil.’ The devil card in tarot is the Major Arcana and it means that something is trying to control us. That we could possibly be the result of addiction. It is not a particularly negative card, since it is telling us be aware of such energy and to work more with the light.

Using money and manipulation to harm another is never going to bring a healthy resolution to anything. And I think when a person who has extreme wealth turns to that kind of thought process, there is a very dangerous mechanism that needs to be challenged. Money is essential, nobody in this modern age can possibly survive without it. If you combine a fortune of wealth with an unhealthy mind, anything could go wrong. I think we all see very rich people as elite. Living a life where anything is affordable. Yet can you imagine if each and every one of us had their kind of wealth? Where we could afford to do anything we wanted? I think mankind would become extinct very quickly.

Whereas one person may invest in an animal rescue center. Another an art emporium for the homeless to craft. Or a dozen yachts in Bermuda. Someone else may spend that money paying for technology to stalk another. To implement spyware around their frequent places. To recruit a firm to hack their computer.  In turn spending most of their life watching that other person live theirs without permission. They may steal your entire existence. Then they judge you. Despite the fact their own activities involve watching someone else’s entire life. Hardly a fair balance. And a lot of hypocrisy.

I think we are all capable of having obsessive thoughts and addictions. I have had plenty. Ranging from collecting junk, drinking too much wine and for some years, social media. But I realised, this was a problem. And getting back to my first paragraph. Being hateful or having bad intentions towards another, is something we should learn to over come as we grow up. To mold ourselves into better people. As if we take our traits and mistakes forwards with us into our later years, we have served no purpose with our history. Sometimes we need to slow down to find our flaws and work on the parts of ourself that are only doing harm. We have to let go of living in a permanent state of inner child, where we excuse ill deeds for ignorance. No person should want a living being as a punch bag, either physically, emotionally or both.People at the hands of bullying and persecution are taking their own lives and this is not comedy. This is abuse. It is heartbreakingly sad for so many victims of those who deny every day ‘freedom of voice and actions’ to bring meaningless harm. Refusing to grow but to remain in a childhood pattern. We can all take responsibility for ourselves and our actions and clean up this often horrid world with kindness and tolerance.

The aspects we crave from others are the aspects we need to find within our own soul. Nothing should be stolen. And every person is entitled to their freedom and privacy. That said, we need CCTV in many places to protect us from the very harm that could derive from the stalker and those he recruits to bring misery. So abusing our rights to privacy in a back handed way is jeopardising the fundamental principle of authorised safety.

I believe in life, it is better enjoyed by working on our own inner peace. And not being wicked. Love is a two way thing. Stalking is not romance.

I wish all of you the best. Have a lovely week. It is time to feed the pets.

Tiff. X