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

‘Poster by Rebekah Gillian | Freelance Writer ‚óŹ Autistic Lifestyle Blogger’ – Tiffany Belle Harper

Some facts here about the broadly often misunderstood topic of Autism that we all need to tread with more gently. Seen too much nastiness towards those who are special and sadly, often instigated by those in seemingly high places. Needs to be addressed.

If you cannot be kind then shut the fuck up. We don’t need nastiness in the playground. It also amazes me how parents can treat others the way they would not want their kids to be treated. Hardly a good example. Being thoughtful and aware (to me) is more prevalent in those regarded lower class too. Who seem to spend more time in the community than pretending to live a life they do not, behind closed posh doors. There should be no stigma with autism.

Tiffany Belle Harper

REFERENCE POSTER: Rebekah Gillian

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