Hiya, I am Lauren, a lifestyle traveller, writer and health Nerd. Due to lockdown I decided to get on with writing my blog and catching up with friends new and old. I believe we are one world that for most of us wants to promote peace and goodwill to each other, wherever you are in the world I wish you well. I hope we connect and share our stories.
My heart is full of love for you, quote the poets. Our heart has symbolised, love and nurturing for centuries; but how much do you take care of your own? Your heart is the very essence of life and blood. Red with passion and beating with the rhythm of life.…
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Campello Collection. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Art – Midsummer Nights Dream. 120×80 cm. Acrylic on canvas.…
Sit back and enjoy a glass of chilled wine and a plate…
Too tired to read this? Why not listen to this article in…
Back in 1959, I was featured in a kids clothing catalog, I was two years old. I found a copy in my mother’s old photo tin the other day and I noted that the baby…
Go deep when you hit confusion, it is the world of Analysia where the open lands of the splurge look clear but under the surface, you can hear the lost people weeping blindly in the…
In 2016 I worked in a huge charity shop in Spain. We had 800 square meters of open space to fill, much of it taken up with large pieces of furniture that nobody really wanted.…
For the past four seasons, I have been traveling so not had the luxury of picking fruit from my garden. My pomegranate tree is laden with fruit so I thought I had better spend some…
Whenever or wherever I travel, I like to have a purpose. I often hear people say they want to go to certain places without giving themselves a reason. I sit and make a list of…
My promise. Hands clasped to mine we have walked. As giants together we have faced our adventures. And now you face it alone as you have done before. And I face mine as I hurt…
We dream about distance, a journey foretold. We carry belongings, with feelings untold. We stroll along Camino, scenting wild and prickly thyme. Fennel sways in grasses, stand proud the test of time. Escaping all our…
It is six o’clock and my mother tells me to start laying the table for my father’s dinner. He will soon be home from work. My mother was busy working in her haberdashery shop, and…
