Another World

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I have had two readings from a physcic now. I found both to be very different yet very interesting. The experience is a shocking yet calming one. I felt at peace and somewhat connected to this other world which was being provided through this woman. My first physcic reading I went to at a time when their was a lot going on in my world, confusion and pain but also happiness…

I walked into Odettes front room and immediatley she stated that two relatives were in the room. My grandfathers.

“We’ve been watching you”

“Your room is diabological”

“You keep lying”

“Your head is in the clouds, face reality and get your shit together”

Those are some of the things that were communicated to me through Odette. To be quite frank they were spot on.

I was lying to people to cover for somebody…who thank god isn’t in my life anymore.

My room was diabological…which for the record is now emacculate because I moved back home to where I belong.

My head was in the clouds because I wasn’t listening to anybody, I thought that I was always right and I could make a decision about my life when I wanted to…I needed to listen, I needed to focus and grasp what people were trying to explain to me kindly.

I was mesmorised for the hour that I was in this lovely womans presence. It was such a different experience and Odette exerted such a normal personality until these spirits (if you can call them that im not to sure!) came to the surface. She was straight up and you could see that she wouldn’t be interuppted. The way I would describe it would be as if her head and ears hadn’t connected together to listen and understand what her mouth was saying…it was interesting to witness!

Now, I know their is speculation when discussing this other world and many different opinions. Some believe in it and base serious decisions off of these mediums whereas others think it is a load of crap. I think both sides have valid points because how can we prove it through these people, is their evidence that we can see with our own eyes instead of listen with our own ears? But how do these people know parts of us that we haven’t spoken about…how can they make such vast comments about things that haven’t happened yet…

What do you think?

Is this another world?

Intent For Content

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Contentment

A Personal Perspective

My views on contentment have completley changed these past few months. I feel like without realising I was searching for someone to feel whole. However , I have learnt that you don’t need somebody to feel whole or content…

I hadn’t really taken a step back to look at how my life was because I was engulfed in a routine of not being alone, spending time alone or thinking alone. That was the routine I thought I liked or the one I was forced into. But life for me isn’t like that now.

I have fallen in love with my own routine and my own life all over again. I love snuggling up at night by myself and watching tv before I go to bed in my own bedroom, with my own thoughts. I love going to the gym alone and swimming or sitting in the steam room alone. I love the fact that I have my independance back as it was stolen from me and replaced was a shell of the woman I am now. I was being supressed which in exchange made me depressed . I had no plans for my future however now I know I have a future. I am strong and resilient and kind to others and myself…I am so glad that I am back…

Extracting the bad out of your life is a huge step towards contentment and learning that contentment is found within yourself is another point to remember. Don’t get me wrong I love the people I have surrounding me, because they are the right people, they can make me laugh and smile and take any pressure I might be feeling away. They are kind and helpful and provide me with a metaphorical place I can call home. They contribute to my contentment inside and out and I am grateful they exist.

When it boils down to it…at the end of the day, you are you and always will be so it is important to find contentment your own way…

Lots of love

Intent for content x

Lanzarote Living

Travel, Places & Lifestyle

Playa blanca beach was where you would find me if you lost me whilst on holdiay. I loved it there. We loved it there.

It delivered a feeling of home comfort whilst abroad, because everything was rather English orientated, however, you knew you were away because the glorious sun would be bouncing off of your white, suncream coated forehead…Because us brits are always petrified of burning when abroad.

The best feeling was waking up in a cool, air conditioned villa and sliding the doors to a gush of warm air…ahh I miss that in these igloo temperatures. I would get a bowl of watermelon (because watermelon is one billion times nicer in a foreign country) and lie on a sunlounger until it got so hot that I would need to pad quickly to the swimming pool, or if I was at the beach the sea, to prevent severe non womanly sweating from extreme heat.

Minutes would turn to hours of relaxation whilst the sun rotated around us, changing colour or disappearing for a second as clouds covered it like a big blanket made out of water vapour. As the glowing ball of happiness calmed down in the sky, we would change out of our soggy swimsuits and head for dinner. There was only ever one thing had on the menu. A massive bullchop steak. You would pay so little for so much meat and love it every time…definitley worth the euros. After filling up on half a cow and creamy mashed potatoes with a tiny serving of vegetables, we would plod to the market stools…

I loved doing this merely because as a girl I love to be nosey and to shop…both qualities go hand in hand with eachother when away on holiday. Something even better than that was seeing the sun tucking itself away for the night and leaving the most beautiful deep orange and purple glow behind, as the town would be lit from lanterns, street lights and candles. It would mesmerise me everytime just because you don’t get to witness such scenery back in England. Something quite special really. After a browse around the quirky stools and a quick aloe vera drink – these are the best if you ever go away and see them! – we would head back to the villa to sit in the hot tub and chat about life until our beds were all we wanted.

As the sunshine tucked itself away in the mountains…we walked. x
I padded to the pools edge with my massive bowl of watermelon, refusing to budge an inch. x
Ahhh the gorgeous playa blanca seafront…where all means of tanning, burning and eating would take place. x
The bullchop steak/cow…im full just looking at this photo. x

Hope you enjoyed reading… would you like to see more stories, memories or maybe me mixing it up a bit with photos and products? let me know.

Intent For Content

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Sunset

Descriptive Pieces, Travel, Places & Lifestyle

Deep oranges and yellows interacting with each other in the sky…dipping in and out of the clouds, deepening in colour as the time changes…like a kaleidoscope, bursting with colour. Drifting peacefully.

When i’m told to envision beauty, I think of a sunset. I think of the way the colours glow and beam down on everything beneath them. The way they bounce off of buildings and rest on peoples faces. In summer, when you stay at the waters edge just a while longer…you can see the reflection in the water as the beach has emptied and everything rests, still.

I loved that about summer. I loved taking some time to myself, after work or after seeing friends. I would walk along the seafront in the evenings just watching…unwinding and thinking whilst watching the colours change the further I walked. When I was on holiday  my family and I would walk along the promenade in the evenings after dinner watching the sunset, chatting about what our plans were when we left the beautiful island we were on. Everyone was completely at peace. Like they should be.

Sunsets are a fragment of life that makes me happy. Its completely free to appreciate the beauty and the colours they provide you with. Above are some gorgeous sunsets I’ve witnessed this year.

What makes you happy?

Intent for Content

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Lost In London

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Ever gotten lost? felt that panic inside you as you have absolutely no idea where you are or how to get back. Well me too. I mean I get lost around my hometown way to often to put down on a page, but I can easily navigate my way out of that kinda lost, with my trusty sat nav…I love you iPhone.

I remember oh so clearly the time I got really lost. I did not have a bloody clue. I had been journeying up to London for a couple of weeks to see a friend. I knew the way I usually went. Start at Tunbridge wells railway station, change at Orpington, then again at Hither Green, then bam you’ve found the Dartford line hop on that and your their, no problem at all. However, this time all had changed for me…

I began my usual routine. Coffee at Tunbridge wells, Platform 1 for trains to the city. Not a problem. Had my ticket bought at the ready, had the good tunes playing on my Spotify, not a care in the world, happy days for me. I got to Orpington, like I had been doing for the past couple of weeks, however on arrival there everything had changed.

“Get to Grove Park for bus replacements to Hither Green”

“Change from platform 3 to 6 for Grove Park”

“Buses replace trains at the following stations”

Oh shit. Feeling a little panicked to begin with I followed the instructions the southeastern man was bellowing to passengers. Hopping on the train to Grove Park I thought to myself, Ive got this… I am a strong, independent woman. Disregarding the fact that I was seventeen years old and thought Grove Park was a play park not a place. On arrival at grove park I strode off thinking this would be an easy task. Well just to let you all know it went tits up from here.

This promised bus replacement was non existent. G R E A T. I ended up on a public London bus that went here there and everywhere. A woman, bless her, had told me that the bus went to Hither Green so with familarity in mind I trusted her and got on. Well one hour later I see a sign for Catford… Catford?!?! WHERE is that. Realising I was in fact near Lewisham I asked everyone on the bus if I was going to Hither Green or the Netherlands.

“Yes you are”

About 40 minutes later quite frankly feeling sick and wanting to go home I got off the bus. I walked for 20 minutes trying to find Hither Green station. By the time I arrived I was in tears. Anxiety bubbling In my body I got to the platform. No trains. In despair I sat on the platform crying.

Shortly after, I met Brian…omg Brian was the kindest most helpful worker I think SouthEastern has ever employed. He calmed me down and stood outside of Hither Green with me until I was sat on that replacement bus waving good bye to him. I would’ve probably sat on the platform until the trains were running again.

As for my friend… well were not friends anymore…

Now. If your ever planning a journey like mine…always remember to check trainline! haha.

Intent for Content x