Bluebell Balance and Bloom

31/12/2025

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BIN NITE PEOPLE – NYE EDITION

2025… hmmm, so what did I do?
Let me think now…

It started with a rocky one, didn’t it?
Too many losses of beautiful souls, gone far too soon.
So tonight, as the wheel turns into a new year, I’m sending out extra love to those left behind — the ones quietly carrying their grief, showing up each day while their hearts ache. I see you. I’m holding space for you. Your strength is louder than you know.

Then there was Glasto —belly laughs, moments that felt like pure magic.
Followed by World Yoga Festival, and Special Yoga training — the kind of learning that cracks your heart open and somehow puts it back together stronger.

There were festivals. Healing. Growth. Community.
The kind that fills your cup without you even realising it was running low.

And then… the plot twist of all plot twists:

Hellooooooooooo Cyprus.
Honestly, nothing more to say on that part… except I’ve met some fabulous new humans, found sunsets that heal you without asking, and I’m slowly mastering this whole island life in the sun thing.

It’s a hard life… but someone’s gotta live it, right?
And I’m handling it quite well, I believe.

So tonight, into the bin goes:

The heartbreak I can’t carry into 2026.
The stress that aged me a decade.
The noise, the nonsense, the soul-draining moments.
Anything that dims my light — or yours.

And in comes:

Healing for hurting hearts.
Laughter that makes your stomach ache.
Deep breaths, warm sea, barefoot mornings.
Purpose, passion, balance, bloom.
More moments that feel like living — less like surviving.

So Bin Nite People, whether you’re raising champagne, Cyprus fresh lemonade, or an extra strong cup of tea — here’s to grief turning softer, change feeling braver, and life surprising us in the most ridiculous, beautiful ways.

See you in 2026.
Same goddess, different island, brighter glow and flippier flip flops. Sending love , sunshine and sparkles to the deepest parts of your souls 💫💛

24/12/2025

When Stanley was little, Christmas Eve meant panto seats, overpriced snacks, and glitter explosions
This year, our ritual looked a little different — daytime Nicosia, winter sun, and a city holding two energies at once.

The city was buzzing… but also eerily, beautifully quiet.
A kind of quiet that feels intentional. Sacred almost.
Streets moving but softer, voices floating but not landing — like the city collectively agreed to pause, breathe, and soften its shoulders for a minute.

We wandered past cafés, arches, and peeling walls… then, the line.
Not crossed. Not queued. Just there in front of us— oil drums stacked high, razor wire looping into the sky, watchtowers watching back.
A real border sitting in the middle of a city, on the most un-border-feeling day of the year.

And even standing near that divide, connection found us anyway.
A wave up to someone on the other side — full stranger energy — and a confident Merry Christmas! launched straight into the buffer zone.
Returned instantly with the same words, the same smile.
Because kindness doesn’t need to cross a border to arrive.

I share this moment with deep respect for the families in Cyprus who have been profoundly affected by occupation and division— honouring their resilience, strength, and quiet, stubborn hope that still threads through places where history has been unkind.

Traditions change. Landscapes shift. Kids grow taller than expected.
But love, hope, connection, and a slightly daft little wave
Absolutely timeless
Just a moment. Just a memory. Shared with love and total respect for Cyprus and its people — past, present, and still healing.
Merry Christmas Eve, wherever you stand.
May your heart always know the way home.
Even in daylight. Even in history. Even when you’re in flip-flops. 💜✨

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. 💫