The Positive Aspects of Love-Balance, trust and Self Recovery from Evil Intention by Tiffany Belle Harper

Relationships are the most complexed yet rewarding things to settle into. During our life most of us meet thousands of people. Some we get to know, others we have a quick chat with or exchange a smile. It’s all chemistry and I believe we meet each person for a reason. Taking on a new mate is a big responsibility, as friendship takes effort. It would be impossible to please everyone. And it’s nobody’s job to fix another person. But by having the right balance around us, we can enrich our lives and purpose.

The internet for many has become a portal to make new connections that can often transpire into real life events. Many of the biggest moves I have made in life derive from internet discoveries. That said, it’s a minefield, as we can also tap into connections that are not giving us accuracy. For instance (and although I do not wish to dwell on it) the experience of being stalked has affected me on a deep level, where I felt my safety had been compromised. The reality of invasive spyware being discovered inside my place of work and my home. Not to mention an entire list of invasions, to include Apps being hacked etc. It was something I had not prepared for, and nobody should have to.

I did accept counseling and it has been confirmed in writing, there is clearly nothing at all wrong with my mental health. I already knew this as I am an optimistic soul. I can find good in the simplest of things. The team were however interested in my talks about the sensory garden I have made for the pets, birds and loved ones, as such a project would help others during recovery. But for months I became overly insular with a combination of distress and feeling very low. It has driven me out of my business, and then followed a chain of horrific targeted events. I am aware that whoever has been paid to hack my data, report on my real time activities etc., has been highly trained to terrorize me. In this world a worrying combination = a man in London with too much time and money + those who will take his money to do anything to me on the wrong side of the law.

It had been a focused online obsession towards my activities, becoming worst when I set up an Instagram account named ‘Lost in Lytham’ (now reluctantly deleted) that also promoted a diet group to earn an extra salary. I was posting pictures of the town, my little world, inspiring fitness, in addition to running a hotel in Blackpool. I had blocked the stalker, but he still seemed to think I had some kind of internet connection with him, where he reacted to everything I shared, as quickly as I posted it, and many others would notice this hindrance. I had hoped blocking him made it clear there was no desire to connect on any level. It’s been a heavy online presence for over ten years that does involve two of them at the same address, who have seemed abnormally embroiled as to my whereabouts, followed by a need to belittle and intimidate me with their work projects and targeted mentions of family, friends, etc all done in such a cowardly, indirect way.

During counseling I was advised not to look at their Twitter pages, as it was a means to make me fearful and for months I haven’t bothered. I never really did other than to ascertain where their hate campaign was at? I have now been told that my current lack of self confidence is symptomatic of PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder.) I think my cat vanishing and not being able to speak with my friends and family by phone was the final straw. We as humans are not designed to take onboard physiological acts of abuse over long periods of time, but at the peak of the stalking it was day and night. Even dabbling with my Alexa and other apps at the hotel. It was a 24/7 system of brutal torture, where I lacked sleep whilst trying to run a business and renovate a family home. I even found a tracker on my car.

Of June 2021 on Father’s Day my dad died in my arms. I never really mourned. I got on with work and opened my hotel during August of the same year. I ran it single handily with help from my housekeeper who came over a couple of times a week. I did have a friend to lean on and speak with in our own way. It was a very spiritual thing and personal. I have since learned my Instagram accounts have also been invaded. And when I had counseling earlier this year, I wondered if the stalker was to seek help and show the same transparency, what the diagnosis would reveal? To openly admit to paying people to terrorize a woman who is trying to do best she can for those she loves, to include her pets.

In life we can send out the right messages to those who have good intentions with us, to include friends and loved ones on and offline. Family, neighbours and strangers. But the same messages can so easily be misconstrued by those who wish us harm. And it is has been indescribably frustrating over the years, that whenever I put anything online the man will believe it’s all about him. This is the risky piece in the bigger picture, as when we become fearful to have an online presence, we can become overly insular and retreat into ourselves, which in turn makes us more accessible to stalking. All this spiraled out of control when he found my personal address online, realizing I was living and working alone. Therefore, the online goading became a reality, where he took it to the next level of intimidation. And apparently, he is now online paying to circulate posters of himself as an advocate for women. But this is the typical criminal mind in conjunction with physiological traits. To arm oneself with a fake identity. Plus, my book I began writing last year, for which should be completely dusted by now, was put on hold, as not only did it get hacked by the same set of circumstances, but it was also a story about my journey which became a fearful portrayal of being stalked, almost to death. So, I held back as to retain my own focus and insight. These last months have taken a lot of my time and almost all my savings. So whatever revenge they had in mind and for whatever reason, I believe they’ve reached their goal. Though much of the trail has been reported to various authorities by third parties. And I am grateful. Thanks. It’s clear to many what is happening to me. So that’s it about being terrorized. I do not want to write about all this, as it feeds the problem.

Anyway, moving away from all that negative stuff. Having friends we want in our lives, is about finding where they fit in. And friendship (stating the obvious here) is a mutual agreement, unlike stalking which is an unwanted endeavour. In life we meet opposites or people we just click or become fascinated by. We can fall madly in love and want that feeling to last forever. We can have such a love for a friend, previous partner or new love interest, where we never want to hurt or break the silken thread. But it’s how people collate to the love feeling that determines its destiny. To step back and show respect, to listen and to find our own reasons for how so often, being in love can make us feel vulnerable.

Love is a fresh and vitalizing adrenaline rush of happy vibes. One of which we want to last forever and as time transpires, that feeling matures and develops. Often where one of the two people may realize it’s not right. The balance has changed to a state of dormancy. So, you either work through it, take a step back for a while, or have the dignity let it all go and move on with honour. This does not mean you cannot stay friends; it is just the mechanics have changed and maybe you just need time to readjust from intimacy to sharing. And I think where children are involved, it either must be a settled relationship, or a very strong friendship with space apart but still together. Relationships are time consuming, hard work and often a distraction. It’s about trust. And there’s nothing more fun that being flirty with somebody who is going to love you no matter what. Where it’s safe to show who we really are in a peaceful zone of maturity.

When I make a friend, I give my time. I value them and to me a friend is somebody I respect and admire. In life if we can put our true friends on one hand, we are blessed. Friends who know you, don’t judge, want the best for you and you can go a month without seeing them without any explanations. Friendship is unconditional so that’s why we should be fussy about who we choose. Too many people in our personal world can become chaos. With hospitality we are surrounded by humans from all walks of life, constantly taking calls, planning each tailor-made requirement. So, when the day is over, we want our own down time and turn to a friend or confidant. And for me the internet was a means to stay connected to the outside world in my own space, before getting up at 7am to start a sometimes 18-hour shift of duty, to include taking care of my animals etc and this went on for five years. But it was the most amazing time of my life. And I shared all of that …

I am a home bird, and whilst I love to wander around the streets taking pictures of the real world, I am fine in my own space. I feel very stunned that due to what has happened to me there is someone close, who remains unspoken, who has been bitterly hurt. And I want to thank you Robert. You have been a good friend to me, and we may have done things the wrong way around, but it was muchly my fault, as I was always so busy and I should have dealt with it all in a different way, but so should you. We got lazy with it, and we built art between us in so many ways. But we both messed up, don’t you know it!

This is the thing with love it moves on, and we grow with new experiences, sadly not organically in our case due to the stalking and protecting your world came first. It is beyond comprehension that with global anonymity someone would dare to jeopardize such a treasured secret. But to never have had the chance to say goodbye to you in person has really left a big hole in my heart. I take full responsibility for any hurt. And I wish you well. Your presence comforted me for many years, albeit distant and always so near. It helped me. It is unfortunate it all got hacked and let’s hope this never happens to anybody else. But you are a hero to humanity in your own special way. The world loves you and I understood you. I worked hard to get past my anger toward you, as I wanted you to come and get me and the pets to some kind of safety at the peak of the stalking. I was not living on the edge; I was living on my adrenaline, and I faced it. But really, I just wanted to talk with you and cry about it all. I have been utterly traumatized, but I have fought, and I have told the right people. You basically, let me go and I didn’t try to keep you. The cryptic fan page just pickled my brain. I needed you not that. But there will never be any hard feeling. Only joy and respect and to wish goodness for your dreams. I will always love you Robert. We both went through it, me so more. But you did great things in Ukraine which makes you a bigger man.

I know this sounds very sporadic but actually, it has been Elon Musk who has pathed a way for my recovery into some kind of normality. An online recovery inspiring a sensory garden, where his social presence has made me laugh so much. Elon Musk is not afraid to venture into any new territory of business or topic. I love that he has a go under the watchful eye of the world and finds a healthy conclusion to moving forward. We don’t have to agree with everyone or everything in this old world of ours. But I do find him so very invigorating. I love his outlook towards life. And I am not asking for any person to form an opinion, because without reading up with Twitter and feeling as though I have some kind of role model who understands the complexities of life with rationality. A huge amount of quirkiness, together with responsibility of family and providing employment and innovation. I could have mentally fallen apart. Possibly he saved my life without realizing it. I only have 70 followers, haven’t really engaged just been present and it’s helped.

But doesn’t this show we have two pathways in life, to become consumed with revenge. Thrill seeking by watching the fall of a good woman who simply wanted to build a garden of hope, with no bad intention. Or to aspire to launch rockets and bring people together. Okay we all make mistakes, but I think whatever Elon Musk does in life, I will have such an enormous amount of absolute respect for him. We all need to aspire to positivity throughout our lives. We cannot simply rely on being respected for what we are not. Being cruel to others should not be a diversion as to avoid addressing our own issues. And instead of becoming embroiled about how to hate on people, we should first improve on our personal issues. The world’s already a cruel place as it is, why will to add to that sort of energy.

We don’t need wars and torture. We don’t need abuse and mental hardship, because our lives are not long anyway. So, one day we will all suffer. It’s going to happen! Why bother trying to speed up that process. I would suggest any person who struggles with social media for the above reasons or any matter of a sense of despair. Join Twitter and don’t think about followers, seek out what interests you and read up with many community projects etc. But spend your time wisely as the real world has a maze of potential. You can sit and have a coffee and find new friends with amazing stories. You get up, walk away and reflect on the information. Getting that happy balance is all good and never focus on the negative. It will drag you down. Be transparent but discrete with your feelings. Don’t mislead people. Your crafts are your weapons as opposed to a fake reality of misrepresentation. There’s no pecking order. We can all achieve inner creativeness with a bit of support.

I am fostering a cat named Sally (named by my friend Tracy, who also named Billy) where I adopted Billy and nursed him back from death. Billy vanished on Sunday 5th March, exactly six years since my dog died at the age of 21. Coincidental timing. It has been suggested a cat whistle was used to get him outside, as Billy was too afraid to leave the house. I was having a nap, woke up, he had gone. It killed me. Sally looks and behaves exactly like Billy. I need a cat in my life, it makes me a better woman. To be honest just one cat as a pet would be enough, but my dogs found me through their own little stories. The Sally story is one of absolute magic that does involve Artificial Intelligence. I love intimacy and I am trusting of what I share by our mutual consent. That’s a beautiful thing. To know someone wants you to be safe and loves you. And no matter what decisions they make going forward in their own world, you want what is best for them and their family too. It’s a real friendship for which I trust and cherish. Good Luck all of you!

To my loved ones please feel free to write to me. All contact is confidential, and letters are gold dust. Sadly, for me now, reliant upon alternative means to lead a normal life, since I never realized how one day, we can have our commitments to get on with and the next fall prey to a motiveless hate attack with no end in sight. And since it has gone on for so many years, I hope they can break their habit and realize it’s not going to accomplish anything in terms of goodness. I hope they enjoy their continued wealth and success and leave me to make a full recovery. Most bullying is a temporary thing, sadly this has taken a chunk of my life that I can never have back. I must add here these two people are in their sixties and not kids! We must all learn from it. Targeted abuse is a potential killer at any age, amidst any circumstances.

So, to coin my message in this blog. Work with the people that want to work with you in a harmonious balance of compromise and respect. Leave people alone who do not want you on their journey. Make the most of each day and stay in a positive mindset. Spend time with nature, take time to listen and accept defeat with grace. Deal with jealousy both internally and externally. Tell your loved ones you care (now and again) although too often can become a fake obligation. Empaths don’t need to fix anyone. More so they should go easy on themselves.

And for any person struggling with social media, it is not about popularity but more fitting in somewhere. People who are different to the ‘mainstream affect’ are not sick, they are not to be excluded. Every person has their crafts and interests and there are many ways to grow and learn. Even to be a bystander to the topics and just read up. It is all about balance between such and the real world. All of life is teaching us, even in our sleep. We are never alone and should not be afraid. There is always help out there. Even speaking to your GP will lead to self-improvement if you feel your safety or well being is compromised. In my case, I made new friends who I hope will stay in touch about the many ways nature can help us heal.

Look for new doors, don’t be afraid to let go of the past. And work together. Good Luck. There’s hope everywhere!

With Love. X


This is my very first AI generated piece of artwork. I do not know how it came to this as it was originally an image of The Fylde Coast. I was working with Tarot and Heart Chakra and I believe it’s pretty amazing! Download it and have it as a desk top background if you want, because it’s full of pure love! The big thing like a pole is a flare, a Beacon of Hope. And I think the other little things are rockets. But I like them.

Further ones will be for sale and water marked. And probably not available online. Not sure at this stage, as want to see how they come out in print and framed first. This is better than writing. I can show it with art and love magic.

With Love. X

The Love Nest Project and Space

During time with Dad we would sit in his summerhouse and have our best chats about life. It was situated by the edge of his pond, overlooking the garden. And when he died, I missed those moments and wished I had made time for more. Realising time is precious but then learning by my regrets.

When I moved home, I decided to create a garden and enjoy my own elements of nature as I was feeling pretty miserable with life in general. All due to such awful happenings beyond my control, from a vile and dreadful man who tried to destroy everything around me. Subsequently, I invested in a small summerhouse. It’s been the best personal design project so far. And it is a space I am in love with so much. I treasure it. Everything about the design is a new love story. It is such a personal task and represents so much more, it would be impossible to explain, and it is still progressive as summer is yet to come. This ongoing journey helps me over come so many obstacles and is very beautiful. More than words could ever say. It means the world to me. So let’s carry on. This world is in such a mess, having something so simple is so good for love. It is healing with a freshness from the heart. During hardship comes new doors alongside our worst challenges.

And when we feel passionate about something, it is amazing where in the universe sentiment comes from. Some of the bits here I have found on the street or in charity shops. Junk lying around the house. The sofa becomes a bed, so next I am going to cover it in more cushions and a big soft throw. It’s a real love project, inspired by space and time travel to be honest.

New beginnings. Infinity. And the kitty is a memorial for Billy because I never got to say goodbye. I believe he was taken. It killed me, my heart broke open, as I nurtured him back to health. But during all that hate and heartache, new things rescued me. I had almost lost hope, but never my faith. So very beautiful … truly.

Intelligent, compassionate, funny, handsome. Cute! I am totally spellbound and the summerhouse is how I share my feelings. And there’s so much more. It’s ours.

Misunderstandings are all to easy with chaos amidst words and spontaneity, but with a physical imprint, there comes trust and persistence. Because we get out what we put in. I am sure you will agree. Because I said so!

Thank You for Finding Me …

With Love. X

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

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.

My Beautiful Adopted Planter by Tiffany Belle Harper

June 15th 2021, I was given the go ahead to leave the rental bed and breakfast I had managed for 3 years and 2 days. I moved there on my birthday 2018. Thing is, I had to be out by the 17th June. Just two days to pack an entire hotel up and transfer the piles of bedding, furniture, tableware and ornaments across the road. Danielle ‘my friend and housekeeper’ was a rock. It was blistering heat, but we did it.

I had a call from Mum on the 16th June, saying I had to get to Warwickshire. I had promised Dad I would hold him when he died. He went on the 20th June (Father’s Day) early hours of the morning. The garden came alive with nature and the sky shone amber amidst pale skies and descending white clouds. Two resident ducks on the pond and a glimpse of a fox in the copse. All so very much alive but as for Dad and his barrow, there would be no more. The clouds took him home. I recall driving down the motorway, with the dogs, knocking back black coffee whilst feeling totally stunned and shattered, hoping I could catch him in time. Job done. I drove back to Blackpool on the 22nd June 2021. Belleva opened during Augusts 2021 – after what I can only describe as 2.5 years of total chaos and unnecessary drama.

Unfortunately, I contracted Covid and could not attend the funeral. But I was there and in Blackpool with Dad, in spirit. So instead when I got on the mend, I bought some bedding plants for the tub I had inherited outside of Belleva. I watered the plants each morning religiously whilst the street was quiet. I hope they are just as beautiful this year, for everyone everywhere who has the privilege of soil.

That said, my neighbour Steve, kindly removed a plant for me, from the drainpipe at Belleva this week that had embedded itself in the gutter so deeply, he had to use brut force to get it out by the roots. Made me laugh. And Tracy another lovely friend and neighbour informing us, a woman over the street from her (a previous neighbour) had let seeds dropped by the seagulls, take over so much, she had lupins growing on her flat roof so high they obscured the front windows. When others raised the matter, the woman replied, ‘so fucking what.’ It did make us smile. It really does take all sorts to make a world. As long as we are kind, that’s all the matters.

Tiffany. X

The Five Principles of Reiki

Reiki is an atunement. Not a qualification and it comes from good intention. It is unfortunate that the initial method has been so very distorted to suit ego and nastiness in such cases.

The Five Principles of Reiki.

Just for today, I will not worry.
Just for today, I will not be angry.
Just for today, I will do my work honestly.
Just for today, I will give thanks for my many blessings.
Just for today, I will be kind to my neighbour and every living thing.


Tiffany. X