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Reiki Treatment
I am a Reiki Master/teacher providing Training for Level 1, Level 2 & Masters & Treatments
Spiritual mentoring & Training
Tarot & Angel card readings.

This coming tuesday the 28th .Please contact me to book your time .❤️
25/10/2025

This coming tuesday the 28th .
Please contact me to book your time .❤️

I am grateful i have my legs to do these health walks 🚶‍♀️ today I am with a client in a woodlands so pretty 😍
25/10/2025

I am grateful i have my legs to do these health walks 🚶‍♀️ today I am with a client in a woodlands so pretty 😍

🍂💕Very quiet at the moment out side. We can have lots of clutter going on within our minds ,the secret is knowing how to...
25/10/2025

🍂💕
Very quiet at the moment out side.

We can have lots of clutter going on within our minds ,the secret is knowing how to calm the mind.

Some find this so difficult especially when dealing with ADHD or Autism or stress ,depression,Bi-Pola .

My calm place is a beautiful health walk in a park or near water.or if you have space in your garden make it sacred to you only. Crystals candles anything you wish for YOU.

I wish you a calming peaceful day
Happy Saturday ❤️

Sometimes it us about

🧡🍂Beautiful autumn day,fresh walking around woodbank park.🧡🍂Taking the time out of my day to have a health walk .Helps t...
24/10/2025

🧡🍂Beautiful autumn day,fresh walking around woodbank park.
🧡🍂Taking the time out of my day to have a health walk .
Helps to clear my mind, in nature is grounding and so good for our soul & mind .
I used to make lots of excuses eg.too cold,too hot tired to busy.struggling with anxiety,low mood.Fybromyalga .
🧡🍂We should take better care of our health everyday.walking is free smelling the fresh air is free,grounding ourselves is free.
🧡🍂We dont have to do a marathon just our own pace is helpful .
I hope you all manage to do something for YOU today .
Much love 🧡🍂

Yesterday in bramhall park walking with a friend and had a light lunch
24/10/2025

Yesterday in bramhall park walking with a friend and had a light lunch

🧡In the infinity of life where I am,all is perfect.
24/10/2025

🧡In the infinity of life where I am,all is perfect.

Have a lovely day whatever the weather is like.💕When we have a purpose to get up in a morning we can create whatever day...
23/10/2025

Have a lovely day whatever the weather is like.

💕When we have a purpose to get up in a morning we can create whatever day we like .
Just one small step at a time .
💕Remember to hydrate,do some breath work,go outside in nature,be mindful of what you see .
💕We are all unique individuals who deserve the best of what we have coming 🙌 ❤️

21/10/2025

"My name is Elara. I’m 85. My husband, Fabian, lives at Maplewood Care now. I visit him every Tuesday, but the rest of my days are quiet, just me, my old Singer sewing machine, and the clothesline in my backyard. Every Monday, I hang my own laundry, a single shirt, two pairs of socks, a faded apron. Simple things.

One April morning, I noticed something strange. A neighbor’s blue work shirt torn at the shoulder, was draped over my line. I’d never seen it before. It wasn’t mine. I checked the neighbors’ yards. No one had a blue shirt missing. So I did what I always do, I took it inside and mended it. Just a few neat stitches. I hung it back on the line before dawn.

The next day, a child’s red sweater with a hole appeared. Then a worn dress with a broken zipper. Never a note. Never a thank-you. Just clothes, left quietly on my line. I mended them all, no fanfare, no expectation. I fixed a frayed cuff, a split seam, a missing button. It became my ritual.

Then, the mystery deepened.

One Tuesday, I found two shirts on my line. One had a tiny embroidered flower where I’d sewn a tear. Another had a new patch pocket like someone else was joining me. I smiled. The next week, there were three. A teen’s hoodie, mended with colorful thread. A nurse’s scrubs, patched with star-shaped fabric.

I never asked who left them. I never saw the hands that placed them there. But I knew, someone was watching. Someone was feeling.

Last month, a woman knocked on my door. Her eyes were red. "My husband’s on chemo," she whispered. "He lost his favorite flannel shirt. I hung it on my line... and it came back mended. With a new pocket for his medicine." She held out a small jar of buttons. "For you."

The next day, I saw a young man adding a torn jacket to my line. He looked tired. I mended it and left it. The following Monday, he’d added two jackets. One for himself, one for a friend.

Now, the line is always full. A firefighter’s gloves, mended with fire-engine red thread. A mechanic’s coveralls, patched with oil-stained denim. Even a wedding veil torn at the hem, repaired with lace so fine it looked like new.

People never say thank you. They just keep hanging their broken things. And I keep mending.

Here’s what I’ve learned,
You don’t need a grand gesture to hold the world together. Just a needle and thread. Just the courage to fix what’s broken, even if no one sees you. The world feels heavy sometimes, but every small stitch of kindness is a silent promise, "You matter. I see you."

When you mend what’s torn, you don’t just fix cloth. You weave hope back into the world. And that? That’s how we all hold each other up."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Please follow us: Astonishing
By Grace Jenkins

21/10/2025

When Emma Thompson first met Alan Rickman in the late 1980s, she saw what many didn’t — warmth behind the intensity, humor hidden in the stillness.

Their bond grew quietly over the years, across sets and scripts — Sense and Sensibility, Love Actually, and more. It wasn’t dramatic. It was something deeper: trust, loyalty, unspoken understanding.

When Emma’s marriage fell apart, Alan didn’t give advice. He brought wine. He sat with her. And that was enough.

Later, she told him, “You saved me without trying. And that’s the kind of love I trust most.”

When illness came, she knew before he said a word. And when he finally told her, she simply said,
“Alright. Then we walk through this together.”

In those final years, their conversations became quieter, richer.
She told him, “I’ve loved you from the beginning.”
He smiled: “You would’ve ruined me.”
She whispered: “No, Alan. I would’ve healed you.”

When Alan Rickman passed in 2016, Emma called him “the truest of friends.”
To this day, she carries one of his handwritten notes in her wallet:
“Always speak the truth. It costs less.”

And sometimes, she still visits their favorite café.
Orders two teas.
And speaks softly to the empty seat across from her —
As if he never really left. 🕊️

21/10/2025

This is Sandy, Sandy is a s**t but early hours of this morning I strongly believe she potentially saved my life. At about 4am this morning while I was sleeping she jumped on me and head butted my in the face. I am used to her jumping on me but the head butt was unusual. It woke me up i then told her off and as I was then awake decided to go for a wee. When I got back to bed I checked my watch which was on a charger with my phone to see what the time was and I knocked my watch off. When I grabbed it o noticed my charger was extremely hot to decide to unplug it to which the plug was even hotter than the charger itself and had to put a sheet over my hand to pull it out without burning myself. This charger was sat on my bedside table right next to my head. Considering the heat on thos thing I knew there was something wrong with it and actually thought about it that if sandy had not woken me up then thing could have caught fire and potentially killed me in my sleep. Please if your cats wake you up for what you feel is no reason at all please check things out. I don’t know why she woke me up but all I know is if she didn’t there is a good chance I wouldn’t be able to share thos story with you all.

20/10/2025

"My name is Holly. I’m 79. I’ve worked the 4 a.m. shift at Hattie’s Diner for 32 years. Not because I need the money, my pension’s fine. But the night shift feels like my shift. The people here? They’re the ones nobody else sees.

Every Tuesday at 5:15 a.m., a boy in a stained T-shirt sits at booth #3. He’s 12. Maybe 13. He never orders. Just stares at the menu like he’s memorizing it. One day, I slid a plate of scrambled eggs and toast to his table. “On the house,” I said. He flinched. “I..... I don’t have money.” I patted his shoulder. “Eggs cost nothing when you’re hungry.”

He ate so fast he choked. I poured him water. Wiped his face. Didn’t ask questions.

Next Tuesday, he came back. Same time. Same booth. I made him pancakes. Left them with a note, “Eat first. Talk never.” He ate. Still no words.

Then, the Thursday before Christmas, he didn’t come.

I saved his seat. Wiped the table. Checked the door every 3 minutes. By 6 a.m., my hands shook. That’s when the real story began.

A woman rushed in, eyes red. “Are you Holly?” she asked. “My son, my little boy, he’s been coming here? He ran away Monday. I thought he was with his dad.... but he’s been here?” She broke down. “He hasn’t eaten in two days. I..... I lost my job. We’re sleeping in the car.”

I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped eggs, bacon, and bread in foil. “Take it,” I said. “Feed him first. Then talk.”

She came back Friday. Brought her son. He sat in booth 3. I gave him a chocolate milk. He finally looked at me. “Thank you,” he whispered.

That’s when I started ordering for the empty chair.

Every shift, I’d put a plate on booth 3, before anyone sat there. Eggs. Coffee. A slice of pie. No name. No bill. Just.... there. Some days, a tired nurse would sit down. A construction worker. A single mom. They’d eat. Nod. Never ask why.

Then, one rainy Tuesday, a new cook, Jenny, 19, saw me set the plate. “Why do you do that?” she asked. I shrugged. “Some folks need to feel seen before they’re hungry.”

Jenny started ordering for the empty chair too. Then the dishwasher. The cashier. Now, every shift, someone leaves food at booth 3. Sometimes it’s taken. Sometimes it’s not. But it’s always there.

Last week, the boy came back. He’s 14 now. He sat at booth 3. Put two dollars on the table. “For the next person,” he said.

The truth?
This isn’t about food.
It’s about knowing someone’s waiting for you, even when you think you’re invisible.
It’s about the empty chair that becomes a promise, “You matter here.”

Today, 17 diners across the Midwest have an “empty chair.” Same rule, Order for the seat before you need it.
Just food on a table. A quiet act of rebellion against loneliness.

My shift ends at 10 a.m. Every morning, I walk out, exhausted. But I smile. Because somewhere, right now, a cook is sliding a plate to an empty chair..... and a stranger’s life just got a little lighter.

Remember this,
The world won’t end with a bang.
It will end with someone sitting alone in the dark.
So leave a plate.
For the empty chair.
For the one who’s waiting.
For the world you want to live in.”
Let this story reach more hearts..

Thankyou to all you ladies who came to our first evening retreat.💝It was a lovely fun loving successful evening.Our next...
13/05/2025

Thankyou to all you ladies who came to our first evening retreat.💝
It was a lovely fun loving successful evening.
Our next one will be in July @ a weekend maybe Sunday.date to be confirmed soon.
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