Category: Family

Light Burst of Pure Love by Tiffany Belle Harper

 

 

Love is everything. Love is unconditional. Love does not make demands or have expectations. Love is family. Love is our tribe. Love is life. Love matters more than anything. To focus on our hearts and to keep our circles in attunement with absolute universal love – however we choose to see ‘the pure’ – our universe – our faith and trust. To stay around those who care – albeit distant – to not demand or expect – to not wish to control or break another. We all need space and time to heal and expand. To make way for love to find its highest destination in our earthly lives here – we have the fortune of this. To know we are perfectly entitled to choose who we remain close to. And to trust in good values. To not regard lying, stealing, bullying and a will to manipulate others, by any means acceptable. We can forgive. But to know our greatest lesson is to let go and move forward on our life path with purpose and light. To not carry baggage or to feel obliged to give more than we take. To remain in our power of choice and freedom away from ego and greed. Yes, jealousy, ego and greed will not serve purpose to any progress. The universal financials remain priceless by comparison.

To believe there are greater things to come and to mend from pain sent our way with hatred and intent of bad will. We are all capable of better things when we trust in our self and continue with a smile. To avoid negative situations and to send the best wishes to innocence. To welcome the new. To embrace The Spring! To live and allow others to do the same in their own boundaries. To think freely. To remain in faith and trust with our beloved. To meditate. To not feel afraid of solitude. To send kind thoughts. To be at one. To be kind and gracious. To not wish to create disharmony or revenge to anybody. To remember that all lives matter. To feel it’s fine to be unique and original. To be honest. To respect the kindness in others. To become better people. When we stop wishing hurt to others we heal within ourselves. To live as though nobody is watching. To do all things we love most. To learn. To teach. To be still. To be alive. Breath.  Feel nature. For no man needs to kill another. Nature is our only cleanser. Let Gaia do its work with the skies and ocean. Send love to the planet. Give respect to our universe and be with light at all times. Especially during darkness. Send Love. Send Love. Send LOVE! Spring is coming. Our future is bright. We can all be healed when we send our unity to this sacred planet.

We are but a short snap of time here. All of this now will one day be history. So to focus on our own purpose is a beautiful choice. To focus not on the pathway of another. To not intimidate the innocent or to make misery for the kind. But to be responsible and realise that seeking for constant validation will only lead to frustration. So for today I send only the best wishes for complete harmony to others, also.

I am not responsible for any of you. And by return you are not responsible for me. We can only send love. It does not take action – just kind and calm ways of being in the knowledge of making good of each day. What we fear most is all in our own imagination. Be with nature. Hear the birds. Dip our feet in the waves. Let soil fall through our palms. Plant trees. Collect stones and shells. Press flowers. Cook and Dance … Love and Laugh. Be at one with our own soul purpose. Rejoice in all life for this life is meant for you! It’s a gift… We must treasure it and we can all do this together. To learn about nature, wildlife and our Animal Kingdom. To understand the harm we do our planet and one another. To have faith. Less is More… It really is. Enjoy hobbies that do not involve suffering. Keeping it simple… Step outside and find your journey.

What we see and hear on the news, mainstream and by succumbing to algorithms will serve none of us any purpose. Most people are truly good. Great things are happening in the world too. It’s not as bleak as we are lead to think. Everything can be better and it will happen. Love will ensure change and progression. Love is everything… our planet is all we have to share as one tribe.

Tiff. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper

A web week … need nature back in my life

I have had to use Facebook this week as I took a quick online course in marketing. It wasn’t a good experience (for me). As always I wandered off and read loads of posts. It’s all so chaotic. I wish people could speak face to face more. I have noticed people being bullied via the platform in tangled relationships. Violent and unnecessary film snippets. Back stabbing etc … but also loads more optimistic stuff where people share a more positive way of thinking.

I believe Facebook is good for a small business, if you have enough time to engage. I realise I should try a bit harder. It’s good to follow our favourite people too and see what they are up to. What’s new. But really for all the hours people spend on Facebook, could they be doing something more productive? It is about curbing addictions, I suppose. And since I can get drawn into so many things all at once, before feeling exhausted, I am going to just market when I want to find the time. I have a load of painting to do so that is my bag for the week ahead. Today…. I have a pile of ironing touching the ceiling.

Below are quotes sent to me. I have loads more. Also a stunning print from my friend Nel Kuc. I have bought a few of her art pieces over the years. Have also done a bit of fundraising for animals in need, after many years of feeling shunned, due mainly to my utter resentment of the ‘pecking’ authority of fame and money in that quarter for which are given the power of excluding the hearts of the sincere folk. I am all for the volunteers and dedicated fundraisers who live and share their lives with the animals and the many other people doing such good things from their hearts.

On a more trivial note a woman on my street (yes… she is still spitting nails) has now taken it upon herself to inform others I am opening a Swingers Hotel. I actually think this is great publicity and I want to thank her for this gorgeous ongoing obsession – it’s saving me a lot of work. But sadly,  I do not have time to clean up or want to find time to clean up body fluids. My new project is all about nature and romance. Privacy and love. Much like many other hotels on the street. Sorry guys… you’re not missing much. Just sit back and be patient. There’s nothing much to worry about. It’s called survival. Tiff. X

 

by Tiffany Belle Harper

My son is an Artist… by Tiffany Belle Harper (non-fiction)

Artwork by Ash

My eldest son sent me this charcoal sketch yesterday. He drew it himself. He’s an artist (a quiet one with this hobby…) At first I was shocked, but then art is about reaction. Then I thought he was beautiful. A character perhaps misunderstood but seemingly unbiased. I do not spend time with my eldest son, as often as I would like. I see pain, yet courage and I see that masculine journey in this artwork. We all have a blank canvas to create anything… and everything is beautiful. Life isn’t always about pretty colours and happy endings. Life is about each part of us and what we feel about ourselves inside. Art is a chance to be heard – not a platform – not a competition. Art can be all of these or none at all. Nobody should feel excluded. And nobody should want that. It’s about being original. I believe.

Since my son was a very young child he has had night terrors. It’s a long story but as a baby he suffered convulsions. A condition more prevalent in boys. His body didn’t drop temperature as quickly as most of us, so when he became ill he would often become delirious and this is when his night terrors got worse. My dad’s epileptic, so I thought my son had a slight strain of this? But during these times he found his best art. You can give him a piece of paper and a pencil and when he’s left alone, he can draw the most magnificent landscapes. The scariest history. The most gorgeous nature. And this picture indeed… a ball of life for all to share. He’s never worked much with colour. A risk as this way all the craft is in the imagery.

I remember at school he was given the task of creating a display in the theme of dinosaurs. Prizes were given out but he didn’t win one, despite his work being years ahead of the other contestants. I asked about this during parents evening and the teacher replied, ‘we believed he didn’t draw it himself.’ I felt frustrated as he had drawn it all by himself and should have come first. But that’s what this life is all about. It’s about accepting how unfair it is for the truly gifted. We’re all leaving our blue prints. We just need to find our way of putting it out there and to be genuine in the face of fake judgements and big ugly front doors and even bigger teeth.

May light prevail in the darkest corners and shine with glitter wands amidst the toes of the tired and weak. May the light rise as one in the beauty of the highest form of life and that is only ever ‘love’. I am so proud my son is drawing once more. I never wanted him to stop. But life’s pressure can often take us away from what we do best. And I am proud my son is an artist.

Mum. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper