Bluebell Balance and Bloom

28/11/2025

What a spectacular performance from nature

23/11/2025

Bin Nite People…

Tonight your Goddess in Flip Flops made her weekly pilgrimage through the village, hauling those black bags down to the community bin like some sort of nocturnal courier service.
Naturally, I’d barely started before a cat shot out from nowhere, doing its evening patrol like it personally runs the neighbourhood.
Flip flops still covered in sand from today because apparently even the Goddess can’t keep up with her own life.

The lane was warm and quiet, the village half-asleep, but my head wasn’t on the bags or the cat or even the dog two houses down giving its usual critique of my life.

My mind was still on Friday night.

During an outside sound meditation — deep, slow breathing, the bowls humming, everything dropping into stillness — the universe decided to get dramatic.
A shooting star.
Bright, fast, unmistakable.
Here for a blink, but it landed like a message straight into my chest.

And when I read up on it afterwards, it made sense.
A shooting star in a moment of silence is considered an omen —
a sign of good things on the way, a shift finally moving in your favour, a quiet confirmation from the universe that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
Not random.
Not coincidence.
Alignment.

So this week, why don’t you try this:

Give yourself one moment — just one — where you stop.
Sit still.
Let the noise drop.
Let the world stop pulling at you for a breath.
And see what comes toward you when you finally stop chasing everything else.

It might not be a shooting star.
It might be calm.
A truth.
A realisation.
Or something soft you didn’t know you needed.

Sending love and support to the deepest parts of your souls — from my little Cypriot lane to yours.💛💫

16/11/2025

BIN NITE PPL

I’m a flip-flop kinda girl living in a flip-flop kinda world…
and here we are again — bin nite.
And as I dragged the bags out — like the absolute Goddess in Flip Flops that I am — I had one of those moments where life taps you gently and goes,
“Look again… there’s something here.”

This week the message turned up in the rear-view mirror.
A sunset that completely caught me off guard and made me stop.
A reminder that even when life feels a bit sideways, I’m still moving — usually in flimsy flip flops with one toe clinging on like it’s holding the whole operation together, but still moving.

That’s the thing about being a flip-flop kinda girl in a flip-flop kinda world:
we keep going, even when the footwear is questionable and the path is uneven.

And that’s a White Rabbit moment.
It isn’t dramatic.
It doesn’t announce itself.
It’s that quiet pull that makes you think,
“Right… something needs to shift.”

Truthfully, I’ve had a few of those lately.
The move.
The sunshine.
Starting again when I didn’t feel ready.
Building Bluebell from the parts of me I thought were worn out.
Finding calm in the sea.
Breathing properly again.
Realising that sometimes you have to change your whole environment just to feel like yourself.

So this week, try this:

Notice the little things.
Notice what’s nudging you.
Notice the part of you that wants a different rhythm.
If something keeps tugging at you — trust it.
That might be your White Rabbit moment asking you to follow.

And remember…
a Goddess /God in Flip Flops can handle anything.
We drag bins, restart, rebuild, reimagine, and keep going — even when the flip flops are doing their best impression of giving up.

Sending light, strength and support to the deepest parts of your souls this week.💛

16/11/2025

15/11/2025

A Saturday in November …

11/11/2025

09/11/2025

BIN NITE PEOPLE

The weekly ritual of dragging my rubbish out and reflecting on my life choices.
Except now I don’t even have my own bin.

So here I am, walking through the village like some wandering bin priestess, offering up the remnants of the week to whichever communal bin accepts me.

And somewhere between my doorstep and the street, something clicked.

I had to stop.
I had to pause.
I had to admit I’ve been a little lost.

Not broken. Not failing.
Just drifting without anchoring myself back into myself.

The cards said it before I did.
Rebalance. Re-root. Remember who you are and what you came here to do.
Stop shrinking.
Make space for yourself.
Breathe. Move. Begin again.

And it made me realise something very simple:
You cannot fly while holding the weight of what is already over.
Not everything comes with you.
Not everything deserves to.

Some things are going in the bin.
Some things are being recycled.
Some things I am carrying forward because the lesson is not finished with me yet.

The Goddess of the Rubbish Road continues her pilgrimage, a little clearer, a little steadier.

So this week, why don’t you try to put something down.
Just one thing you don’t need to carry anymore.
You’ll know which one.

Lay it down gently.
You don’t have to hold it all.

Sending love and support to the deepest parts of your soul. 💫

19/10/2025

This is what happens when you wake up late - you miss the front row ! 😂🤪😎