Friday, 25 September 2020

Silence please - censorship of the voices

 During my time as an undergraduate student, there were really tough times.

I can't begin to share the stories here with you piece by piece but what I can say is, I had an amazing support network from the team at STAART.

They are the cohort who help with issues around disability and related issues but it goes so much further than this. We become a listening ear for each other and a place to feel free from judgement. Still now, I am in close contact with the STAART members despite graduation. 

Working within this team was amazing. Open days would see wide eyed students coming up to the table with me and other colleagues waiting to answer questions from those with worries on how they would deal with university. 

A newsletter is now lovingly put together from those of us who remain a part of STAART. My opinion is that I am not sure I would have reached graduation without STARRT and the support - and I don't know of another university with this offering. 

Have a read of the inspirational newsletter here where you can see my story Silence Please.

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Thursday, 27 August 2020

Doing some inner work

 Where does the time go? We know it actually hasn’t the real ability to fly as such but this year is behaving so oddly isn’t it. 

Do you feel like you are in a dream? I do. A bubble perhaps.  I keep saying ‘back in the summer’ when i actually mean, ‘at Easter,’ - because the weather was so incredible and I seem to have lost track.

Which leads me nicely on to this long awaited blog post. It’s been too long.  As thou know if you are an original follower of this blog, i adore writing these posts but life has taken over so much recently.

It’s time to brig you up to speed and start to share with you all of the wisdoms i have been learning in my abs sense on this website.

The past few days i have been off of all social media except for my YouTube channel. The reason? To do some ‘inner work’.

The law of attraction is the reason this blog was born but i have completely got that one sorted now. I’m a powerful manifester but it has sure taken a lot of work to be able to step into my skin and say that. So it’s time to go deeper and begin to connect to higher powers than me and the results are outstanding. I feel totally different.

People are giving me more time in their daily passing of life, smiles, chats, people chatting in the queue and generally making me feel like I have illuminated their day, the location and the moment. Nice beyond words.  I am incredible thankful for my life right now and I feel I have so much to catch up with - I will spend some time bringing you up to date on this blog. 

This year I had a serious health scare and manifested the cells going away; a miracle if you like. I thank my higher powers for this ability every day. I am super blessed.  I have also allowed some wonderful trades into my house to create the loveliest space I could have dreamed of and the work has unfolded flawlessly. The workmen have been helpful and kind and I have learnt so much from them.  This will all be released on YouTube and documented in this blog and I have been asked to release a book about it!

Currently, I am offering FREE coaching for my viewers and subscribers.  Yup, completely free. If you just want to pop me a question via email, that’s fine. We can voice note or if you are local, you can shout me a coffee and we can have an hour of health or life coaching. Anything you feel you want to chat over.  If i can help you, I will. 

The biggest news of this year so far in my professional life is the release of the book Covid-19 How it made us feel.  If you haven’t heard about this collection of stories from a mix of authors you can read about it here.  I joked about with other people saying, you watch, this will end up a best seller and guess what - your wish is my command, said the universe and we went straight to bestseller status. Crazy isn’t it! 

I loved writing, editing and publishing this book. Holding it in my hand now is just a wonderful feeling and i have so many more books to come.  Get yours by clicking here. 

The house renovations have taken over but now the coffee shops are open more mainstream in my local area, I can take the laptop and get writing freely. I love it. 

Life is certainly a blessing right now. Yet a rocky ride. I’m human, just as you are and together we can learn to ride those waves and get ourselves the best life we can manifest. As always, I will help you with sharing my tips here.  I wish I had a little more time for writing just now but  this really was a one shot chance at getting my house sorted and renovated ready to launch head on into my full time writer status.  I will be back more than ever before really soon but in the meantime, reach out to me with your questions and don’t forget to leave comments on my YouTube channel as I have always responded to every one on there.  

Remember, if you are struggling, this is your time on this earth to own the place in which you are stepping in to yourself. You’ve got this.

Much love, as always

Louise xoxo


Thursday, 2 July 2020

Desiderata - what does that mean?


GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
By Max Ehrmann © 1927
Original text

For some, this is a deep text which is thought-provoking. For me, it was an eye-opening moment when I realised that my sharp-tongued father actually had a lot of spirituality in him. 

He laid in his induced coma as we said goodbye and I pleaded with him to bring me the songs he wanted for his funeral as I had forgotten what they were - although I felt very sure 'those were the days of our lives' by Queen was one of them. Sure enough, not 48 hours after Dad took his last breath, Mum came into the room with a puzzled look on her face and a small piece of faded, striped paper between her thumb and index finger. 
     'it's got all his songs on it and 'ere what does this word say? Desa - desari..?' Dad had listed his wishes including Desiderata to be read at his funeral. The words above list the thoughts, feelings and hopes I have (as you likely know by now) and Dad and I could have had some wonderful chats around this; if only he had let his barriers down enough to tell us of his dreams and thoughts.  Never mind, at least now I knew he had this level of spirituality in him and just kept it quiet through embarrassment. Yet the funeral debate came and people said it was too long to be read out during the service. I was insistent, 'Dad wanted it, we are reading it all.'

The order of service booklets had Desiderata printed through the middle so the people coming to pay their respects could take home those words and reflect on them as I had done. Wise words. 


Wednesday, 24 June 2020

Bestseller in a hard hat

We are having major renovations in our house and felt it was important to take some time off as a family and chill out. During this weekend off is when i discovered my latest book "Covid-19 How it made us feel" (an anthology) hit the best seller list on Amazon. I was chuffed! The videos in this series are: Panic as we get news of the renovations starting why are we tearing down our walls? Renovation project delayed


Monday, 22 June 2020

Bestselling author on Amazon

Bestselling author on Amazon 

What a surreal title to write for this post. 

Yes, me and my writer friends have made best seller status on Amazon in two categories. And we are stoked!

Twelve weeks from idea to publication, overcoming censorship (see this post: ) and getting the books out there. Now, people are holding them and beginning to read our anthology. 

What is this book?

So it’s not about the science behind the virus but rather the thoughts and feelings of people who lived through it. It’s ‘how it made us feel’. 

Here are a few excerpts: (and of course you can download a sample from Amazon too for free). 


All of us so different. Different lives, different countries, the same planet. Colour, belief and age see no barriers just now. Human beings, susceptible to the Covid-19 strain of Corona Virus. 

How has this been for us, different, humans? What are our experiences, thoughts and feelings? Will we feel the same as each other and live the same days – or have we had different journeys?

This time in history is unique. We all initially, thought we were invincible. Until the numbers showed every day just how easily this virus was spreading. We started to realise the very real risk of dying from it. Everyone knew someone who had it or knew someone who had sadly died from the virus and that motivated us to all follow the rules, stay indoors and tut at people who didn’t seem to be following the social distancing advice.

Human lives everywhere have been affected by this global pandemic and all of us have seen a myriad of emotions evoked during the lockdown. A few of us decided to journal our experiences to share in this anthology and piecing the tales together you can see a common theme uniting the human race yet all of us with vastly different voices. 

Then the positivity began to arrive towards the end of April 2020. People were beginning to realise the positivity of being home, the lack of worry for the usual things despite the concern for the basic right of survival. 
One of the loveliest things is to walk without a watch. Life began to feel very different in many ways. Memes trickled their way through social media, speaking of ‘high maintenance’ ladies who regularly had eyelashes, eyebrows, nails and roots taken care of by a salon which was unable to open just now.  Those greys got longer, google answered ‘how to remove acrylics at home’ and ‘how to cut your fringe with nail scissors’ and men began to shave their heads. Facebook and Instagram stories saw photos of men with almost bald heads and smiles in a submissive fashion, occasionally a shoulder shrug. 

Asthma During Covid 19

     You will feel this is it, you become short of breath, go a little hazy, because you are knackered you may think this is it…..sod it I have had enough and give in. However the body being the marvellous invention it is, re-energises and as quick as you feel faint, you regain air and life itself.
You tend to sleep upright, with more pillows than before, a drink on the bedside table but most important of all is that blue inhaler is visible at all times and to hand. It could, and does, save your life thought the day and night. Just to see it and then have it at arm's length is comforting. It's like living in a portable plastic case, ready to go into action at the press of a finger.

COVID-19: A Final Year Biomedical Science student prospective. 

Megan Kerr

We had months left of university, months with our friends and months to prepare for our future. This turned into days, then just hours before students hastily returned to their homes around the world before the lockdown grounded us all. We had our last lecture together and did not even know.

My memories of university are not going anywhere. I will remember them for the rest of my life. It is not the way I wanted to finish my degree. It’s important to stay positive during this time and stick together. I have seen a community of students who have never been so far apart, come together and support each other with admiration. Everyone’s COVID-19 story will be different, and we will all have our own unique challenges, but the important thing is, we will get through this.  

Tesco Worker 

I haven’t lived through the war but blimey, I can only imagine something like this was seen in the war times.  But they didn’t have supermarkets then from what my Gran told me. It was a separate shop for the meat, the veg, the bread and stuff. I’m not even sure if they had things like rice and pasta back then. They must have had toilet roll I assume. Although Gran had this metal thing screwed into her toilet wall with greaseproof paper inside it.  Mum told us we had to rub it together to try and make it softer and hope it might mop up some of us kids pee. Odd set up if you ask me. 
     I carry this guilt with me that when I used to sit on Gran's loo, I picked out the dried-up grout from between the lemon-yellow tiles and let it fall to the floor.  Took my mind off how cold it was sitting on her toilet seat. It felt like porcelain, but I’m sure it wasn’t. 

Ben Odero
The day the schools closed
He told us that we would be safe. He told us that we had nothing to worry about. Even when our neighbours across the globe began to shut their doors. Back then, there were only whispers of a situation, far away from us. So far removed we didn’t have to worry.
It was so easy for us to stick to our routine – to fill the pubs, the clubs, the parks. We didn’t have a care in the world. The biggest commercial concern was what we’d get up to in the weekend. I have no excuse, I was the same. Between my love to find new books and the love of seeing new things, I wanted nothing more than to explore the rest of the world. See what else is out there for me, become someone new.
    I remember the first day there was a rumour of work shutting down. We still didn’t take it seriously. 
    “Who else is ready for some annual leave?” A colleague asked. “I needed a break anyway.” 
    If only we knew.

No rain, No flowers
Louise Usher

The twins did themselves proud on this day. Unlike me, who felt angry at it all.  She deserved better and to be honest, I felt we did too when we heard there were other family members there who were not immediate family.  Channelling that anger, alongside the pleural pain, I decided to get in the kitchen, play Kisstory up loud and batch cook shepherd’s pie and carrot cakes. 
     Exhausted, I had to take to my bed for a few more days as my illness seemed to get a grip of me. Was I doing too much? Had I created too much movement? The pain was horrendous and I resorted to taking lots of Tramadol to try and ease the sensation which was making me grumpy.  Maybe it was the tablets, maybe something else but my mind seemed to start to harbour unhealthy thoughts.  
     I’d heard many people were feeling the same, experiencing highs and lows in their mood, and the NHS pop-ups were now including ‘how to look after your mental health’ on the laptops and mobile phones throughout the UK.
     I’m aware of my mental health enough to keep safe.  But here I was feeling angry, in pain, unwell, not sleeping, upset stomach, missing my life a little, missing exercise, dance, my special people.  Some friends grew closer and messaged lots, while others seemed to have vanished into the ether.  Understanding what others might be going through wasn’t so easy either, there was time to message, so why didn’t they? But we all had our own, very real, challenges at this time.  People worried about money, work, the economy, buying kitchen rolls and eggs. Even the simple stuff felt like a punishment, missing their routines and workouts, setting the alarm and singing along to the radio on the way to work. I guess we all internalise that differently and I do try to be one of those humans who is understanding of others, whatever their journey is.  But sometimes my journey feels harder than I would like it to. Sometimes I wonder if I have the strength to carry on, knowing my health is potentially going to make things difficult going forward in later life.  I pull out the drawer next to the bed and look at the next dose of Tramadol I should be taking and close the drawer again quickly.  

Should I move these? It’s a big box. 

* * * *

Over the coming days and weeks I am delighted to share reposts of the readers with the brand new books! I have just a few of the limited edition paperbacks for sale here:

Or you can get your copy directly from these stores:

Paperback directly from Author:

My other books are now republished too if you like my style of writing and stay in touch for the updates of the next project!

Delayed: Romance novella (fiction) -

Lighten up (getting that Bikini body)

Getting Started with the law of attraction

With much love and eternal gratitude as always

Louise xoxo

Monday, 15 June 2020

Your words make a difference to your vibrational energy

If, like me, you grew up being told, "good things aren't for people like us," or, "life is really hard," then you likely have an internal battle going on. I understand, I did too.

In 2009 the law of attraction showed up in my life and I was astonished to hear that life is supposed to be good! Then I began to question everything I had ever known. I began to change life for the better. This channel was started to help you into your own Lusher Life. As time went on, I began to realise I can be the writer i had always dreamed of being. I could make more money, drive the car i wanted, travel the world, walk on the shoreline, enjoy the good times with my children... Inspiring others to tell their own story is my mission, and to make it a better story. If that is journaling purely to help you with trauma, write the book, make the videos then any story is valid, this is my mission. I'm telling you, in case no-one ever did....YOU CAN!

The law of attraction has many reasons why it works or doesn't work. We aim to break down the theories behind them in our Motivational Monday videos. In this video I talk to you about the difference your words can make to your vibrational energy. See this video for more information about it:

Basically, if we speak bad words with negative energy, like 'hate/war' etc then the crystals in these water droplets changed. if we speak beautiful words of love, they look incredibly pretty. Think it's not a thing? Check the video out for yourself.


Saturday, 13 June 2020

Are you juggling life ๐Ÿคน‍♂️

Are you juggling right now too?

As a writer with a new anthology which is gaining a lot of attention, this is the dream come true.

But we are also trying to keep fit, keeping the ankylosing spondylitis at bay and be healthy with weight, nutrition, keeping good blood glucose etc.
On top of that, we are pretty much having our house rebuilt.

That’s super exciting and it’s going SO WELL. I can’t grumble at all. But man, what a juggle.

Mindset has needed an eye kept on it, I won’t pretend otherwise-but there are always things to say thank you for. And life is FULL but good!


Sunday, 7 June 2020

What does a travel blogger do now?

Many of you connected here in the beginning because of my travel vlogs. Currently, what are travel vloggers doing right now? When might we travel again? Where would I like to go? How do you get yourself up and going each day? I was inspired by Kara and Nate on this video: as they speak about changing their daily routine to get up and get going each morning - so I thought, as I often do the same thing, that I would take you with me and we could have a chat along the way. I didn't expect the myriad of emotions which were evoked on this journey.

I had to stop and pause for a while as the views took my breath away - and much as I love to try and keep these films motivational I felt I needed a moment to fix my own oxygen mask for a few moments.  I would have liked to stayed longer but the builders were arriving so I had to get back to normal life and crack on with my day.  So much strength is needed sometimes to carry us through the daily routines and stopping to focus on 'going within' to the core of the essence inside and who we are, what we are doing, can sometimes shake things up inside. 

What has given you time to think lately? What might be different about life after lockdown for you?


Thursday, 4 June 2020

Why do we block our dreams?

I am so excited to share this epiphany moment with you. I hope it will help you realise what is holding back your own visualisations.

I also share part of my story as to why the 4th June is so significant for me. And why that might stop me in my tracks too. I mention this video (please please watch) - And this is one about Quantum physics - and here is my one where i was very unwell -


Sunday, 31 May 2020

I had another baby boy last nights dream.

Which was so crazy! This baby had the usual soft skin when you held him, and the loveliest eyes. When I introduced him to my (actual) son, he held him close and I took an arty photo of the two of them to post on Facebook,
"When my two sons meet for the first time," to a shocked audience! No wonder, so would I be. My son is 20 now and my children are IVF babies, born after 9 years of fertility treatment and several miscarriages.

Why on earth would I have this dream? Well, we are currently fixing our house and I'm struggling with overwhelm. I won't deny there have been big worries about 
* my bad back
* money
* the workers
* am I up to this?
* being single
but my son sat at the end of my bed while I mopped my tears and told me it would be okay, they will all help, I will take my vitamins and he will take me on a walk before any of it starts.

Later on yesterday I posted a photo, an old one, on Instagram. I titled it:

"so proud of how far we've come in these last 21 years, just us three. They are now taking good care of me. I'm super lucky with my little family"

It's a surreal feeling to think that now I'm beginning to need some looking after too. I'm glad to have given my time to them and create these lovely humans. I have some awesome people in my life but these two youngsters are there for me every day, in every way and I love them dearly for all that they given while expecting nothing in return.

There will be no more babies, that's for sure but why try again when I got it right the first time. 
That little baby boy in the dream was such a sweetheart though, is it mad to say I miss him?


Monday, 25 May 2020

How to travel blog during lockdown

Gosh, tricky times now in the life of a travel blogger or Vlogger.

What to do?

Here's my plan: get local. We are now able to visit local places, although I have tried this and I must confess there is a little anxiety coming with this as other people seem less worried about social distancing than I would like.  Nonetheless, I do have a long list of other video ideas to pop in my youtube channel. Such as 
* the best and worse places I have been
* places on my wish list
* when I plan to travel again
* how I manage to find great deals
* updating others on how to cancel their holidays
* getting refunds

Meanwhile, I have been to a couple of my favourite places in Kent. 
Both with strong links to Charles Dickens.

Broadstairs and Rochester

The last trip to Rochester was beautiful. See these photos and don't forget to enjoy the music I have added to this Vlog. 

Rochester Castle

The first restaurant I worked in

This beautiful old post box - i'd never noticed it before!

Rochester Cathedral

I love the name of this place "Quills"

Pretty place. Love the chimney

Olivers - a fab restaurant and bar in Rochester

Traditional Red telephone box


Wednesday, 20 May 2020

PUBLICATION day! 20 may 2020 - Covid -19 How it made us feel

I'm SO excited (and proud) to announce that against the odds, we have our anthology on iBooks. Thank you Apple for being superstars and hosting this ebook. 
The print version is coming within two weeks, if you want a copy (they will be limited) please reach out and I will pop you on the list. Meanwhile, if you can't wait, or you love an ebook, let me present you this collection from some amazing writers who wrote from the heart!


Tuesday, 19 May 2020

A different Corner

May 3rd – Sundays are usually sad days

The law of attraction is strong in my world today. After hearing Mike Dooley and his message (and, seeing how they are accepting submissions from bloggers and other law of attraction writers, oh yes I will submit thank you) things began to show me my power. The universe was poking me in the ribs saying, here you go.
     I feel excited for this book. The future feels brighter than I think it has ever felt before. I can see how my writing career is really beginning to take off and I feel like I should keep at it (well, I can’t stop it anyway, let’s be honest). Visions of me being interviewed are in my mind and answering questions on podcasts. I can see and more importantly, feel, this coming together now. After it being my dream forever.

Working out in my bedroom after a 5k walk, I was so happy. I decided to increase that energy a little more. I took my iphone and lifted it to erase the black screen, and chose to play some music. I chose Wham!  
     I had shown my son a picture disc yesterday of Club Tropicana so perhaps that was still on my mind, in the grey matter somewhere. I picked up the brown record box with an unsuccessfully half removed sticker on it of Nick Rhodes from Duran Duran, containing my 7” singles. My son, who was born in the era of CDs asked,
    ‘are they mini vinyls?’ and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Not at him, just at the language and the fact I was 30 years older than him even though we all seemed like friends in my house. I explained the 33 and 45rpm situation and the extra piece of record player you sometimes had to add in the middle if a bigger hole was cut away from the vinyl. I never did understand why they did that.      Removing ‘Planet Earth import from China’ from its plastic cover with the most careful use of my fingers, my son watched as if he was learning something intricate and important. I also explained how finger marks were not allowed and nor were scratches, so care and fragile handling was always needed. 
But today, it was digital music on my phone and the Edge of Heaven would surely add to my workout on my little piece of bedroom floor. 
     I was trying to recall the PT who was entering my living room via Zoom on Wednesday, and picturing the type of push ups which are effective on the triceps, when the music automatically clicked on to the next track. Even though it was an extended version, that first few bars of deep and slow double bass playing made me sit up, stop my work out and an audible ‘ohh’ left my mouth. I sat back on the heels of my feet and stared at the wall paper opposite. 
     ‘oh God.’
     ‘A different corner’ by George Michael transported me. I instantly knew the track and felt my mood become sad and introverted.  I went back there. I could see the flicker of a pretty, small oil lamp as the only light in my small bedroom. Five feet wide and seven feet long. Just big enough for a single bed, small wardrobe and a carefully placed second hand black glass table at the side of my bed. I could still walk up and down the room. My childhood bedroom.  I recall laying on my bed and stretching my feet over to the wall opposite. I was the same height then as I am now. Five foot three and three quarters; just long enough to reach the other side. The lilac gloss paint always felt cold on my bare feet but I liked that, especially through the night. I’m not sure why we used gloss, maybe that’s what we had left over, maybe Dad just liked gloss. 
     The table at the side of the wardrobe housed the oil lamp and my mono record player. Stereo kind of happened in this room anyway as the sound bounced off the walls and Steve always got the new stuff, so he had the stereo and I had his old mono. Did it matter? Of course not, I could play my beloved vinyls on them. They were in their neat boxes underneath the table and my orange Bontempi keyboard stacked on top of those. See, it did all work In this room, it just needed a little care. 
     Dad brought home ‘computer paper’ from work which had holes all the way down both sides, was perforated between each sheet, folded consontina style and had green stipes right the way across. I could write nice and neatly with my pen across those green lines, so long as I was sat on the floor and used my bed as a desk. Writing, playing music and trying to teach myself the keyboard in my little room were the parts of my childhood which I remember as happier memories. The keyboard didn’t have enough octaves to hit the one high note when I played the Blue Danube. It was only one note.
     Why had I spent most of my childhood sad when there wasn’t really anything particularly wrong with it? As a woman of my age now, trying to ‘work out’ to the same music which I used to fall asleep to every night, sometimes with tears leaving my eyes, I can clearly see what was wrong then. Sometimes, I still do that, but the songs have changed, just like the reason for the tears.
     Where was the depth? Probably in the same place as the void conversations, the lack of teaching me about life, encouraging me to read books, to do homework, revise, play outside with my friends, open my arms to receive a hug, be patted on the head and told I was a good girl.  I was a sad girl.  I needed love and I didn’t even know that’s what I needed. So instead of expecting that I just did what felt better, I closed my little bedroom door, wrote, played keyboard badly with one finger and chose the next mini vinyl to play on my mono record player. 

An excerpt from the forthcoming book, No Rain No flowers
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