This Sunday is glorious in Kent, UK. Sunshine, 18°C, blue skies and pretty much the gentlest breeze to help with natural air con vibes. Seemed rude not to want to take to the garden, freshly lawned by the children, and set up an office in there to work on my current WIP (work in progress, aka 'book'). See the box on the right-hand side? Follow this blog from that box and you will find out soon all about this book. Suffice to say, I call myself a life writer and while the entire world is going through a massive life change just now, I felt it would be wrong not to write something about that (huge project which I have just massively played down so wait and watch please! ) I hope wherever you are, you are well, happy (but it's ok to wobble just now) and you're able to enjoy some nice weather. Much love as always Louise xoxo
Taking to the garden for my work this morning
Yes, i miss the coffee shop, but I'm counting blessings!
My law of attraction journey was a shocker! I had NO idea that life could be like this!
So I wrote a book, in simple terms: My Law of attraction book on amazon: https://amzn.to/3avq3rZ
Many of the people I have followed along the way have inspired me greatly. I wanted to share with you the links to read their stuff, follow their teachings, listen to their guided meditations and anything else you can get your hands on.
See my video here - why do I love these guys?
Now more than ever, I would encourage you to deepen your thinking around mindset and thoughts becoming things.
If you wanted to see any of these people, read their books or watch their stuff on youtube, you will begin to understand deeper and deeper the way to manifest things for you. Please remember that I am not trying to convince you that I have got it right all of the time! Definitely not – I’m human!
The pandemic of Covid-19 saw Mothers day in the UK quickly become a very unusual affair. Restaurants were closed, shops were closed too. Those children who were well organised had sorted cards and gifts; I wasn't a well-organised child. My mum was given a notelet card with a praying Buddha on it with words written inside. I mean, it was the best I could do really considering I am unwell and couldn't really get to the shops. But my children were very well organised and I was super impressed.
This Youtube video we created on the day before lockdown made me smile.
I woke to smiling faces and a choral, 'happy mothers day,' followed by the lovely smell of English breakfast being cooked downstairs.
The twins then suggested we take a trip to the coast, while social distancing (this was before the lockdown) but they weren't sure I was up to it (in the thick of pneumonia). I decided I thought it would do me good. I love the beach; just love it. The sun was shining beautifully and although it was cold, I knew if we wrapped up it would be fresh, bracing, blow away the cobwebs and generally create a feeling of well being.
Make shift starbucks (they are all closed) and my son doing the driving
There is something about this beach which I love and I'm not really sure why. It was the beach we always went to as children and part of it fills me with horrific memories. My mum always used to brush the sand off my feet too roughly and it hurt. There was a sink where we used to fill up our plastic beakers to drink from - I'm not sure if this is the same sink, it looks like it, but that would make it about 40 years old!
That sink.
Where we usually get our coffee
The wind was breathtaking and we felt cold. We didn't stay that long but just enough to fuel my beach addiction. Nathan suggested we head somewhere else. I chose trees to walk in and we headed back home to our local special nook.
Oast houses in the distance
We got home and made drinks. Then to my utter shock, there were cards, presents and flowers! Really impressed that the twins had gone to such extremes to make me feel like the best mother in the world. Blessed indeed.
"Take a sparkler, take a sparkler!" I said through a gravel throat with excitement. The NHS were enjoying our applause on the doorsteps as we felt a lump in our throats. More than ever, they were stepping up to the plate while some of us feel like we want to complain about the shopping situation or the lack of 'usual routine'. It's hard not to miss your usual life, isn't it? The people you are used to seeing are gone. Those who greet you with warmth and help you smile through the day, gone. This is only week one. We have many more to go. I wonder what the feeling will be at the end of all this.
A journey, a ride, white knuckles. Up and down with emotions. Harley snores so loudly, my patience with him is tested and Jasmine runs to the rescue to take him from my bed, onto hers. He's unaware. My medication changes things, changes me. The room spins, my eyes struggle to focus, my stomach in knots, unable to eat. Alone, I wonder if I will be me again. At the end of this, things will have changed, for sure. I will be well again, my house, sorted, ready for the renovations to start. This is a good thing, a fabulous focus. Rather like the writing project that I'm gathering with some other incredible writers. White knuckles. Gripping on. Hoping for the thrill at the end of the ride. What will be there? Travel? Work? Adventure? Happiness? A pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Instagram stories and retweets show others having good days and bad too. No need to set the alarm clock. Pillow thoughts allow me to chose what tomorrow will bring. It's not all bad, for sure. Being home, comfy, fed; all nice. Some parts of life have gone missing. Will things ever be the same again?
Half of us took the decision to goto Camber just as there was talk about the spread of corona virus 🦠covid-19.
Nathan, Reece and I arrived at the chalet and had a silly, quiet time before heading to the pub. At the pub, it was unusually empty. We had a couple of drinks. Then I was feeling unwell with a cough. Everyone was worried about being near me Of course. So I began to feel very uncomfortable.
Three dances were all I could manage before an early night. As I woke before dawn, I felt it was time to head home. I slept until Sunday evening. Then Nathan and I headed back for the final evening.
The very next day, we were told dance is closing for the foreseeable future due to the need for social distancing to help stop the spread of the virus.
The right decision I feel.
Will we ever dance again???
Right now, as I heal from pneumonia I’m glad of the break.
