Evolving Pace by Tiffany Belle Harper

I love to dance, bake, spend time with the animals, to include the birds. For which now four ravens visit the small garden, a sanctuary of urban nature. It’s harmonious and as mentioned in previous posts has helped me to centre in my own contentment.

I have spent time going out in Lytham and it’s interesting to watch the people who mostly dwell there, mix and blend. Most of which wear expensive clothes and the town is very family orientated. Large groups lavish the ambience. Very different to Blackpool, a ‘what you see is what you get’ town. Always adventures. A mixture of all types within one community. No pecking tree. Two different worlds. But to me, everywhere needs heterogeneity. Interesting.

I had opened the hotel to start trading next month. I put so much work into the place. But I woke up this morning and decided, I am not going ahead. It is sad but my heart is no longer in the house. Nothing really makes sense when we do not have the power to determine our fate, other than to come from a good place and live with some kind of inner morale. And I am thankful for the gift of time on Earth. We should all be humble with the right to privacy.

I am thinking of new ways to enjoy my journey. But mostly to hope the world heals from this fast pace for which it is moving. Progress is not always hasty change. Progress is time and contemplation too. Humans are finding ways to replace their own existence. Not sure why? We are beautiful. Or at least capable of being so, since beauty is from the inside out. There’s a whole different world to what is tangible. And when we create a simultaneous and more virtuous way of surrealistic living within our own corridors, we are also transcending into higher dimensions. Where nothing really is artificial. It’s manifestation. To have good intentions whether of faith or not, still does visualise the transpiration of a possible utopia. That said, nothing is ugly. It is what is inside that defines radiance. And with too much visual perfection will be less self esteem for humans to have defects for which they feel tainted. Spots, scars, freckles, moles etc. The skin and our entire anatomy being gifts of life. Some of the most hateful people on this planet come in pretty packages. So I would say many topics need to have flaws to become inclusive within the spectrum of evolution.

Tiffany Belle Harper.

‘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 perception 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.

#InternationalWomensDay by Tiffany Belle Harper

Just stopped routine chores to write a little something for #InternationalWomensDay. I do feel both men and women have lost their way with one another. We have become disorientated where there is a break down in understanding. Many religions see women as a weaker being. Women rebel against this and new action groups and feminist organisations arise.

But not all men are this way. I worry that women are becoming forever resentful towards men. I have two sons who sometimes find the dating game quite aggressive.

Women are beautiful objects of femininity. We should adore being with the feminine aspects of who we are. However we choose to dress or behave – as long as we are authentic to our ‘self’ is imperative.

There are women who poccess the masculine gene more obviously, this is their entitlement. Other women are forced to wear religious garb. This is not acceptable. However we decide to conduct our ‘self’ in this time should always remain free choice.

Embrace your curves with flowery textiles or wear tomboy denim with pride. But always be true to who you are.

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I shall now return to my ironing pile of crumpledness … My priority in life being a tidy, clean home, love and happy pets. Work to me is something that should be enjoyed with the like-minded. It’s all about balance. Not wealth or success but a happy heart and a clean conscience. I’d like to send love to all of the wonderful women in this world today. Quietly, here on my blog. Being heard is not a competition. Less is more.

~Namaste~

Tiffany Belle Harper.