A Not-So-Grand Time Of Those Gone Before & Happy News

Hello, my dear mermaid hearts,

This morning, I made another video for you on YouTube. I've been uploading unfailingly about the law of assumption and my mermaid cottage core lifestyle. If that interests you, I know you would love to subscribe. During the day, I visit the seaside, and in the evenings, I toil away on my new-fangled web design once everyone has settled in for the evening. I am entirely enjoying the moments of solitude. It has been bucketing down; therefore, i have been remaining indoors and have lit all of the kerosene lamps. I love how they flicker about bouncing off the cottage walls; it is such a heavenly delight, and the kittens are also bemused by them. I appreciate the fortes i am blessed with, and even when difficulties have strewn about, the Great Spiritual Creator has always guided me true north. 

This morning, as I meditated, i thought about all the beautiful notions that are unique gifts. There are many of us quite prone to constantly look outside at the world beyond us and catch our eyes upon others' gardens rather than tending our own. It all goes by so fast, and this life deserves to be remembered. Some would argue that being interested in the lives of others is a subjective notion; one woman's entertainment is another woman's outrageous and wasteful behaviour. 

At present, perhaps that is how the abundant weeds grow, for we've lost sight of the beauty of where we stand as women. It takes quite a woman to remove the distractions and begin to dive deep into the failings of our lives, and quite truthfully, this is why many women sustain the refusal to do so. It is of utmost difficulty to unravel the kitten's yarn ball of knottiness. Speaking of gardens, how often do gardening duties seem to escape us, or we've outright avoided them only to realise the vines and weeds have run wild.

Work is closing in on us like an abandoned cottage in the thicket, no longer capable of seeing through the windows. The realisation is that now there is even more internal work to accomplish. Yet, we've utilised many distractions rather than viewing our own lives by taking inventory, and now we are bound to occupy wasteful nonsense on stilts. This wastefulness is a tremendous travesty, for whilst we're focused on everyone else, those folks relish in their manifested demonstrations. The loop continues, and we evade our proper purposes as women and artists.

I've begun posting new videos on YouTube again, as I feel called to help spread my mermaid message of allowing women to rise to their true callings on the earth.

I wrote down all of the fun projects that i plan to have fun accomplishing for the year, and oh my, what a "Take Joy" moment I am having. I spend my time mostly quietly living out a cottage core lifestyle of spirituality and enjoying our little cottage. There were moments last year that had me in quite a conundrum. I was curious to know if we were coming or going, moving or not moving. This particular matter can be quite a displeasurable experience for an artist and, if permitted, can take a toll on oneself if we allow it. Don't you agree? Indecision is a fiddly thing, is it not?

Neville Goddard (or Daddy Neville, as i like to tease) spoke many times about folks in the field of spirituality; nearly all the content should be free. Neville did, however, allow for offerings or donations. Although they were not mandatory. He made the bulk of his money from his book sales, and he had an inheritance from his family's fortune. It should be free. He often said in his lectures that if someone is charging for spirituality (other than books or meetings where you can offer a donation to cover vendor locations), one should run for the hills. I agree, and Neville also states that this is how you can spot a phoney. That doesn't apply to an artist making a living; I'm speaking of spirituality and the religious kind. Spirituality is free and remains as such. In my desire and dream of creating The Carter Settlement, where folks will come to visit, enjoy tea and a lovely luncheon at the tea room, i plan to be financially independent (relying on my book sales, sale items, art, etc., and donations to the non-profit) I will not charge a fee. I do place ads on my YouTube videos, which is also acceptable. YouTube is a free platform. Please, my darlings, understand this is merely my opinion. Still, it is a wise way of settling my mindfulness and remaining true to my craft of transparency and centredness. 

In the olden times, spiritual folks were wise beyond most folks, and therefore, the authorities convinced the ordinary people that the spiritual folks, seers, and chosen ones were terrible. One must be cautious of them, and shunning them was best. In addition, spiritual teachers were admonished by the hierarchy to leave all their possessions, homes, and desires, claiming that being free of their ego is the way to help others. This tactic was another way to keep true spiritual leaders from prospering and have valid voices of profound abilities to support the movement of coming into oneself. That way, the leaders and those upon a pedestal had a way of keeping the wise, spiritually-minded folks under control and submission. It has worked and still does in many parts of the world, especially on lower dimensions of vibration. The exciting thing is I've had a near-death experience, and I know (not hearsay) that when we pass and transition from this world, many will be stunned to know it's not as severe as they think. Many will ponder to themselves, that's all it is, and i made such a big deal about religion, etc., but you can tell many people that, and yet they want no part of the truth; they want lies to their faces, pretending to be truths because that keeps them comfortable and unchanging. Many are called, and few are chosen because many refuse to do the work. Shame. Let's be honest: if a spiritual person has no financial independence, wealth, possessions or leadership, most people of large crowds will not listen to them. It is the popular ones the crowds listen to; this was a brilliant mind-controlling tactic, and it has worked for thousands of years worldwide. One will listen to someone as such, and this, my friends, is how the leaders kept the elevated vibrationally aligned people under submission and control. They created fear in them and continually reminded the people that to be among the meek, one must leave the world behind, and they shall inherit the earth. Bullocks! They spoon-fed Christians, and the meek and weak ate it by the cauldrons full. 

The other day, I narrated The Tale of Merrymaid Scarlette Rose and uploaded it to my YouTube channel; here is the link for you, my dear hearts. All we must do is remember we lean unto our Mermaid Inner Being, and it will lead us properly.

I have been writing the manuscript for The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale, and many scales/ chapters are rising that I am going to share in the book. One belief I had for such a long time until I changed my belief system was that money equalled struggle, and it makes perfect sense why i would spend decades floundering to create an incredible income for myself. Thank goodness those days are behind me. Nothing feels worse than not being able to independently care for myself. I had that deep belief that I needed a man to save me, and that cycle kept swimming around me for entirely too long. Again, this is why I wholeheartedly know a woman must change her belief system. I've never struggled to make money, but where my belief of scarcity evolved was most definitely going back to my childhood. It's not always the fault of one parent; often, women use that role to their advantage because some women use the upper hand of remaining a perpetual damsel in distress; therefore, everyone must rescue her. Well, I am a woman who no longer needs to be rescued. I shed the scales of the woman I once was, and she no longer exists. If we are to BE the woman we desire, we must BE that woman in the NOW.

Act As If," as Neville Goddard writes in his books. My rescuer is the Great Creator. I want women to know their significance and utilise their strength. We are women, and we possess the power to create a human; therefore, there is nothing we can't do. This isn't a speech on the hilltop of feminism; it is a calling of mermaids. We are changing this world as we know it. We are creating an entirely new world. The changing of beliefs was the first thing I transformed in my new assumption tract. My darlings, if we do not modify our beliefs, we will struggle all our lives. Once we change the belief, we change the outcome.

We are always young enough to change and achieve our dreams. I do not care if you're one foot in the watery grave; you still have a choice. What is yours going to be? You'll return, reincarnate, and do it all again. My dear friend that could not sound more unreasonable to the aerials. 

Several years ago, I did internal reverse engineering; therefore, I won't bore you to the olympic degree; however, I hope to assist you in showing you how to change your money beliefs for good and sustaining those beliefs for the rest of your life. You can look into your life and realise how you feel about money. Do you feel abundant? Are you abundant? If you are financially secure (not on your spouse, but you as a woman), do you feel like a meiser, constantly trying to save money? Do you feel unworthy of having cash and either hoard cash and never do anything with your money that would fulfil your childhood dreams, or do you constantly rid yourself of your money because having money feels petrifying? Continually spending is a sign of a worthiness issue. If you don't feel worthy of having and possessing financial prosperity, you will subconsciously spend every penny. The other state of mind is also a sign of low self-worth. Are you constantly telling yourself I can't afford that, that's too expensive, etc? I'm not sure about you, but when I accepted that I was always making excuses for myself or blaming others, I was sick and tired of my predicament. When i divorced my ex-mate, i could easily make perfect money, though my self-worth got in the way, and I recycled olde stories until I reprogrammed my subconscious mind. It would eventually revert to me having an empty bank account. It's never how much a person has or makes; the self-belief that the person holds is crucial to change. 

I am so very much looking forward to us as Stillwater~A Petticoat Society and all of the ways we will make the world magical—a world of discovery, magic, fairytales, and happiness. You should think yourself lucky. "Take Joy," my dear hearts. I love you!

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

The World Loves Colleen Hoover Books, And It Is Another Way Women And Young Ladies Are Being Hoodwinked (According To Me)

Hello, my dear mermaid hearts,

 
I have missed you, and our little prattles. All is well now, and I can pick up the dropped stitches.

A Supernumerary Of Projects

My Shiny New Blog Design Plans, Ye Olde YouTube News, Beatrix Potter and Me, A New Little Book; The Tale of Sybrena Ewe And Louis Vuitton Agendas 

My oh my dear mermaid hearts, 

If you've been on ye olde blog as of late, you've seen the mischievous makings of my attempts to hire a website designer to add Adsense to my blog. It failed miserably (no offence to the dear lass who did the work as she did what she promised); however, I am hopeful and have plans to create a whole new blog. However, I will continue to put posts on this template, and all of my other posts are still here, just as before. I plan to hire someone to do the coding, but I'll do the rest, such as the design using my old-timey paintings to make the blog look like an old-fashioned Victorian newspaper with mermaids galore. I purchased some fonts that are stunning that I'll use as well. Below is my inspiration for what I am striving for, obviously, with my sketches, designs, header, and drop-downs. I will paint and create the entirety of it from the ground up because if there's something I learned many years ago, do most things yourself; that way, you know you'll have it the way you like it. I love my old template, but there was a problem with that template as my reading audience grew. I didn't have a drop-down with the different pages, which was a constant issue. This lack of option posed a matter when folks would search on ye olde blog for a post and could never go directly and find my Amazon book links or items for shopping in my little store. Remember, there's nothing that a determined woman can't execute. I do believe it is perfectly fine to ask for help, but try to do most things for yourself; it makes for an independent and strong woman. Of course, take this with a pinch of salt my dears when I am speaking of arduous tasks that a broad-shouldered, handsome man can do much better always allow them to show their strength. If I never prune a Bougenvilla, dig a hole for a large oak tree or cut tile, I will forever be a well-chuffed lass. I have nothing to prove, so let's not get it twisted, my fruit, I'm not drinking seawater. 

My plate is full and tight as dicks hat band, and I am trying to keep it all in hand; however, if I am being transparent here, I'm not happy bag ragdoll Annie all of the time. 

I'm sketching every time I have a moment. I have finally settled into beginning the Louis Vuitton Agenda planner kits. They will be PDF printables with my cheery planner pages. They will be comparable to the A4, and larger agenda (Louis Vuitton) size but mainly, you will be able to adjust a hole punch (i use this one for my Louis Vuitton agenda) to make it fit your agenda, planner or Franklin Covey. I do understand not everyone has gone off and are mad (like me) who spends 680-1200 dollars on a Louis Vuitton Agenda. My LV collection is, for me, considered a worthwhile investment, so I have no qualms about spending that kind of money. A woman's planner, calendar, handbag, wallet, makeup pouch, etc., is something a woman always has to have. To spend a fraction every few years on a no-name bag or less expensive brand is purely a waste to me. My darlings that's my opinion, on the matter. To invest in quality items is very English, and my folks taught my siblings and me to always choose quality over quantity every time. 

It has been frigid in the cottage lately, so I've pulled out my trusty Victorian English water bottle. I collected mine from a sweet little Etsy shoppe from England. 

I thought I would write a little about The Tale of Sawyer Lamb, and why it took me over three years to self-publish it, although I wrote the book in less than four hours and quite literally shortly after Sawyer passed. The illustrations came later.

I would venture to guess what Beatrix Potter felt when writing her books before she had her very own home at Hilltop. I had to use different locations and homes from my actual childhood and from my imagination because I am not in my forever home as of yet. I have the vision for it, and that is where it lies until the actuality of the demonstrated measure of manifestation. 

I wrote the book (The Tale of Sawyer Lamb); upon the onset of when Sawyer passed. I knew in my soul (and those videos remain on my YouTube from back then) that I had to find a way for his death not to be in vain. For whatever reason, I recorded myself in a YouTube video quite shortly after I received the call. I also wanted to write a little children's book so that it may help others teach their children about death and write it in a lovely way which doesn't entail violence. I think there is a bit of apprehension in folks before buying the storybook, and I discovered this when I was a vendor of Heritage Days back in December when I sold my books, oils, paintings, etc. I say this because when I made mention of the book, the folks demonstrated physical uneasiness. I assured them oh no, it's a lovely book about my son's passing, and it's not a ferocious tale, but in fact, it's rather charming. If you have ever read Beatrix Potter's books, most specifically The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck, think of when the dogs came to the rescue of Jemima and took care of the whiskered-tailed gentleman.

 

When something so profoundly horrific happens to a person (as I'm sure you've seen and heard many times), the parent or survivors want to make a difference. It is our way of helping to facilitate our healing. It gives us purpose and a way to create a difference in the world. I want the world to remember my boy Sawyer. I have devoted my remaining years to helping mothers, women and children. It makes me so happy and tickled beyond measure to create a life of fairytale magic, writing books and painting. I am also fulfilling my little girl's dreams. 

As of late, as you know, I am getting sheep, and I spent last year on Sawyer's book all about sheep, so the next manuscript that I have been writing is called "The Tale of Sybrena Ewe" and is strongly calling my name, and so I write. It's been in my queue for a while now, but as of late, it's taking precedence in my mind. I know when this happens, it is the great creator intuitively guiding me. I don't always understand the reason, but I heed the call. I spoke with Bette from Stone Arches Bed and Breakfast to give her the lovely news that I am using her little cottage as Lucinda's home in the book. The cottage's name is Fernwood Thistletop. Isn't that name sweet and utterly charming? 

Most Affably, yours til my next swim, Razzy

I Am Getting A New Website! Bear With Me!

This blog template is quite daft; however, I am toiling away at things behind the scenes, so bear with me. We shall soon have a new-fangled shiny blog! 

The Cobbled Together Bathroom Progress, Elegant Economy And A Bit Of Advice For Women's Mental Health

"I cannot rest; I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me, it is a stronger desire than ever. For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.”~Beatrix Potter

Hello, my dear mermaid hearts, 

As of late, I’m working around the clock to keep me and my betrothed out of the Victorian workhouse.

Most recently, I've learned a bit more about myself, and I must confess that as I have stayed sat in one attitude, I am most proud and deserve the word. I realised how much I've grown and progressed in the state of affairs when it pertains to cutting things off at the crosswalk, for as much as many may not like it, I am quite severe on my own sex, and my timing has become matchless.

Women can be quite dodgy (because of deep insecurities and perpetuated jealousy), and whereas I'm not here polishing a halo, I am forthright in my ethics as well as my ability to summon things as I see them. Life is entirely too precious to waste our time, allowing other women to take us apart like clocks. If you feel a pull that someone is gossiping or talking backwards nonsense, let them go, my darlings. Absolutely, let them go about their lives and make haste when performing such matters. There is no need to take vengeful action; allow karma to take its course at its perfect timing; this way, we do not heap like coal reverse karmic debt upon our own heads. I am contemplating making a video for YouTube all about the details of how karmic universal law works. I've yet to see anyone know it as well as I do, much less explain it properly and accurately. And while I am at it, I am planning a video all about forgiveness and how Neville Goddard squares this extremely controversial subject up in such a perfect way that there'll be no need ever to have it explained again. Yet, I most undoubtedly will speak about it because repetition (at nausea) is the best way to assist someone in understanding a subject. Most folks do not change unless one thing occurs, and that is to understand something. People fear what they do not comprehend. It's okay, my darlings; I'll die on the hill, or the sword, or any other accoutrement you'd like to toss my way as sharing my views on the points of life is my forte; no one is better than I rest assured.

Yes, I speak with authority and experience on the matter. I've also exercised (most recently) my psychic abilities in receiving downloads to understand it from a universal (Collective Consciousness) perspective. The knowledge will assist in my helping women feel proud and confident.

This week, I uploaded several videos on ye olde YouTube in reference to which I am speaking. I’m a writer; therefore, my employment is to make notions convincing as well as be as truthful and complete of transparency as i possibly can, whilst also refraining from intimate exposure as i am consciously aware there are some dodgy folks in our realm too.

My painting and new little storybooks are swimming along nicely, and my folk's little bathroom is taking shape rather superbly, too.

These are the progress images. Much has changed even from now. However, I wanted you to see what ole' Razz has been getting up to as of late.  

This window is framed outside of the original. I am on a budget for my parent's cottage bath; therefore, rather than install a new window, I opted for a frame, and I will place stained glass and candles that are battery-lit behind the window. 

When I've accomplished a few more of the particulars, i will share images and links in case you are interested in the Victorian sources. For now, though, here are a few progress images. 

Have I told you most recently how much i love writing, painting, farming and slow living? I've found my house of belonging. I suppose the reason for sharing my appreciation for the excellent life is rather a vital notion to testify of, for we know life can be challenging sometimes. Therefore, it is essential to be grateful and show forth that to the universal spirit, which will give us a return tenfold on our gratitude. I informed Jeffrey Shawn yesterday that’s why I fall into an olde-fashioned, cottage core slow living way of life. I find romanticising my life and playing house in a cosy Victorian fairytale cottage such an escape. I am rather fond of isolation, and it indeed has valuable benefits. To be alone is quite normal, an attribute for a Pisces Sun, Cancer moon and Sagittarius rising. However, Pisces also needs change. In fact, we thrive on change. Oftentimes, I've heard folks complain that Pisces are unmanageable because we are onto many different paths seemingly all at once. I want to dispel this myth; we are indeed flowing in opposite directions; however, that makes for a very unpredictable multi, multi-faceted mermaid. She's quite unpredictable as she possesses all of the signs of the zodiac rolled into one. If you have a Pisces in your life, know full well we are magnificent beings. We have too long received opinions about ourselves that i consider backwards nonsense. Well, note that those olde beliefs went out with the babies' bathwater long ago. 

I must confess, having a life that is slow living and focused on a timey life comes very naturally to me. Jeffrey Shawn said once that i honestly had to have been born in another time, reincarnated many times. I agree with him. I've always known that about myself.  In my previous marriage, i would most often have a difficult go of things because my deepest innate desire (even from childhood) was to live on a little farm with chickens, bunnies, and sheep, walk, garden, write novels, self-help and children’s storybooks, living a lifestyle like Tasha Tudor, painting and writing, modelling the tone of Beatrix Potter. I am living that little dream. For many years, I was told by others not to “big myself up” about achieving and manifesting my demonstrated goals, and I now find that quite displeasing. Let us share with others the knowledge that they, too, can also achieve their dreams as well. If we remain quiet all our lives, we will not be an example to other beautiful women that dreams do indeed come to fruition.

"We cannot stay home all our lives; we must present ourselves to the world, and we must look upon it as an adventure. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit world of childhood?"~Beatrix Potter

I have closed down (for the interim) my Patreon; however, I have placed all of those videos onto my YouTube channel for you to enjoy for free. Here is the link. I would ask that if you feel any resonance with my content either here on ye olde blog or my YouTube channel, would you please subscribe? Subscribe to my email list and or subscribe to my YouTube channel. It is free, and you can unsubscribe any time you like.

Most affably yours til' my next swim, Razz

How To Sew A Tasha Tudor Apron, And How To Wear A Tasha Tudor Scarf

Hello, my dear mermaid hearts, 

I am working on a video for making a Tasha Tudor apron and a bonnet (which I wear daily around my farm). I know Tasha wore a scarf, so I'll show you exactly how to create a darling updo, just like Tasha. I'll also have several of the scarfs with the exact prints she donned (the same company Tasha bought from), which was her signature look. I will have a selected few available for purchase; therefore, look boldly to that, my darlings.

I will also be diving deep into one's voyage of how to have the self-confidence to embody the life Tasha (and myself) dress and live. A little hint: it's not merely putting on the clothes for a day of cosplay photos for Instagram. It is an absolute mindset that requires many things to become the woman you wish to be; nonetheless, don't fret, my darlings; I am here to guide you on your pilgrimage. The great focus I will concentrate on is embarking on the style of Tasha's (and my) clothing and wearing them daily. 

It's a place where women feel safe sharing and building relationships with one another whilst also having like-minded ambitions. I am incredibly proud of our Stillwater- A Petticoat Society because you don't have to be any religion, and there is a placidness for feeling we are all in this thing called life together, for we are friends. Thank you for supporting my work. I am very appreciative. I love you each very, very much!

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The Tale of Merrymaid Scarlette Rose:

A mischievous and disobedient young Mermaid, Scarlette Rose, is chased about the water garden of the antagonist, Sir Mr Barbaric. Finally, she escapes and returns home to her mother, who puts her to bed after dosing her with tea. It is a tale that encourages following one's heart, seeking joy and trust in ourselves. Hence, if we believe in our power, we will always find our way home {true north}. It is also a tale of sowing and reaping and is derivative of The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter.

The Tale of Sawyer Lamb:

Sawyer and Johnny Lamb are sent away on a spirited adventure where they become lost on the way to town. The butcher takes Sawyer Lamb in, who has already stolen another lamb (Briar Rose), and the butcher's intentions are less altruistic than the lambs expect, and things go off course.

Have a lovely day, my friends.

Most affably yours til' my next swim, Razz

Ewe Have My Heart

Good day dear mermaid hearts, 

I spoke often and jotted down the desire to have a little flock outside my cottage garden window, and now we're in the process of its manifestation. Wait, I've already shared that news, haven't I?

Here's another charming picture of a flock of sheep. Do you like how I have everything in a sepia tone? If one adores the olde, timey ways, of course, you change the filter to a sepia or black and white. Actually, that is my brilliant idea to have all of your coloured photos switched into black and white or sepia and then hang them back up. I've been doing this for a little over 30 plus years. (Remember when we’d have to send away our film to have it developed and then have a drug store change the colour for you? Yes, that long ago, my fruits.) Since my early childhood and throughout my life, I've always been ahead of my time with most things; such as I've been saying there will come a time when olde timey clothes will come back into fashion (hence the cottage core phenomenon), women will begin homeschooling their children and learning homesteading skills, styling a home a particular way etc.) It always makes things look like the Victorian era in your little abode, and we all know I am a sucker for the Victorian-era English cottage charm. If it sounds posh and arrogant that I stake claims that I'm ahead of my time, I am no longer in the business of dimming my light to make others comfortable. That there ole’ gal died a long time ago. I've spent too many years of my life making allowances simply for others to disrespect me brazenly, and that is no longer a tolerable favour. 

Okay, my dear mermaid hearts, where was I? 

I am one for endlessly getting sidetracked.

Oh yes, I was banging on about manifestation and how we dim

our dreams. 

Often, The truth is we will place barriers for ourselves, immediately creating resistance where there needs to be none. How often than not have you indeed sent off an inner desire, throwing caution to the wind but then directly back peddling your passions with abandonment because the dream isn't practical? I speak of this because I know how notorious I was for doing this to myself as if I wasn't worthy of having what I wanted. Bestowed upon us as women is a learned behaviour that we aren't worthy of having what we want. Perhaps a blessing each of us could clutch onto is the remembrance of our most authentic passions. It's rather enlightening to uncover that often what a woman calls the search for belonging isn't what she thought at all; it arises to be her repressed desires she loved as a young person that imprinted on her heart, made her feel alive, joyful and an undeniable bliss for life. 

An artist and a writer takes time to conquer. There's an art in waiting, and as of yet, I've not had the pleasure of mastering it, but I am getting there. Patience requires time and knowledge, which makes perfect sense; look at a gardener understanding the cycles of seasons. 

"He'd talk, and I'd lose sight of the truth." ~ Elizabeth, Deceit and Dissension  

I've got a million and one matters on the ole' boiler at the moment, one being I am deep into research and plot for my 19th-century British romantic novel Deceit and Dissension. 

You can right jolly bet I am loving every aspect of it. This book is pure perfection. I use my imagination and think of what actors and actresses I'd like to play my characters if the book became a film. It's indeed perfect enough. 

I have also been doing a bit of gardening. I cooked several fresh garden greens, turnips, and collards for the new year. I also have some onions too. The rabbits loved the greens; they devoured them straight away. 

I've also been doing a bit of organising and proper cleaning of the cottage. I am making more plans than ever. You know me, I've got a million ideas and want to accomplish them all. What fun to have exciting little projects. One project is I took up all the bricks in front of the cottage doors, and I will bring in flagstone and a fun little Irish moss-type ground covering to grow between the stones. I've also become aware by little chitchatting birds that I may have to go with another clever notion. I've read up on Irish Moss in Florida (zone 9), and it struggles to survive. We shall see, though; perhaps I manifest it thrives where I plant it. Nothing is beyond me manifesting. I'll tell you that, my friend. There's an illustration I painted for you of the path. Unfortunately, I don't have a picturesque real-time image (to show you) yet, but we shall get there, my darlings. All things in due time. Though the painting is quite charming, don't you think?

The tea cups and teapots are officially on their way from England (Staffordshire). Thank goodness, perhaps they'll be here in time for our first 2024 small gathering of The Petticoat Society (aka The Carter Settlement). I'll explain that bit of news in the next post. Please sign up on my email pop-up list, and you'll get notifications. I rarely (and I mean rarely, if ever send email newsletters, or you can constantly check here on the blog) about announcements of when and where I will be and what events I'm at. I'm more than happy to post about particular events here on ye olde blog, so check back occasionally to see what sort of mischief I've got up to, if you, please. Teehee.

Have a wonderful weekend and toddle-pip! 

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

A Snippet Of My Christmas Mermaid (Scarlette Rose) Cottage Tour, And A Scant Of Housekeeping Announcements

Hello, dear mermaid hearts, 

If you are privy to the state of affairs, my mind is in; I have been copying down quotes and one-liners from Lark Rise to Candleford into my diary for over a year now. Among other beautiful, enriching British programmes, however, this is my current mainstay. 

This attention to detail is what a writer does to get the most promising dialogues for her books. 

I am writing and creating new notions (of which you will rather fancy); I do recommend this fetching bit in the meantime. 

I posted a snippet of the cottage beings I had all the lanterns freshly filled and tidied up the chimneys. Enjoy! Again, a little reminder: If you'd like daily enlightening thoughts and quotes along your way to inspire and uplift, you might consider following me on ye olde Instagram; I send out several a day. 

Also, I've got some delightful plans for the new year for "The Petticoat Society" (aka The Carter Settlement); therefore, look forward to all that planning as well! Stay tuned, my dear hearts.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Lady R 

A Charming Olde Brooksville Village, My First Cowslip Christmas Fair & The Carter Settlement Has Sheep

Hello, my dear mermaid hearts,

In my last blog post, I seemed to create a few alarm bells with the title when I said I had been crying a lot and had a breakthrough; therefore, I wanted to clarify as I had a few folks reach out to encourage me. I must confess, my dears, that it wasn't what it sounded like. I suppose anyone who knows anything about growth and the many levels of rising up in expansion through the great creator (universe, consciousness) knows that life consistently places us in circumstances to build our inner strength. Therefore, having changed my beliefs several years ago, I've never felt even a slight bit of depression or gloom; although I am a human being, I do cry and release those stress hormones through my tears. Also, let's remember I am currently going through menopause.

However, I'm not too fond of labelling myself as menopausal because I don't believe in placing limiting beliefs and self-inflicted excuses on myself. We, as women, already have it hard enough without adding nonsense onto our lives to give validation for our dilemmas. I am not a fatalist, wah wah...

 
I have been terribly busy with many things on the horizon. I am also not the kind of person to write aimlessly without inspired action being prevalent. Unfortunately for my public persona, the notions I am working on are not instant gratification for everyone to see. And for those of you who know me, I am not one to allocate for purely remaining in the public by posting nonsense on stilts just for the sake of it. I actually appreciate and prefer a bit of mystery. Don't you? Regarding your favourite folks on social media, in public or those you admire, would you rather think, "Where's Raquel?" or, there's Raquel, again!" (insert, playing a tiny violin. teehee)

Okay, my darlings. I must confess I haven't been on ye olde blog, and there's a delightful reason for it. I am busy! In fact, last month, my blog went viral, with over 40,000 sweet, dear folks reading it. If you didn't know it, that's quite a bit of folks, especially since some bloggers have been writing for over a decade, and the height of their blogging is about 70,000 a month. I managed to manifest those numbers on ye olde blog; hence, I feel quite happy. Therefore, thank you for supporting me here and showing up to read my work.

 
Writing about my life in this little square of the universe is a great manifestation. Although many people have given up on blogging, I am onto something, my dear mermaid hearts. I have seen visions of where blogging makes a comeback.
Okay, onto some "good things", as the 1980s Martha Stewart would say.

 
We will soon have sheep! Yes, actual real sheep like in my storybooks, but sheep you can actually pet. Meet Sawyer and Johnny Lamb. The two babies in the picture below are mine. They aren't officially home at the farm as of yet because Sawyer lamb has to be castrated, and they have to be weaned from their mummy. Beyond measure, I'm tickled!

The Tale of the Christmas Bunnies is near completion, and if that weren't enough, I'm feverishly working on Heritage Days. If you enjoy Victorian-old-timey things, such as my books, cottage industry homemade items, etc., I'll be at the Stable Faith Heritage and Festival Fair on December 2nd, 2023. It's from 10- 2 pm. So if you're around our little village towne, nip in and say hello; I'd love to see you. I'll be signing and selling my books and charming homesteading notions. 

I hope you are having lovely holiday preparations and life brings you joy.

Again, If you're around on December 2nd, I'll be at Heritage Days. Come by and see me at my booth, The Carter Settlement. 
Have a lovely week, my dear friends, and thank you so much for reading.
 
Most affably yours til' my next swim, Lady R

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I've Been Crying Entirely Too Much Lately; Therefore, I Am Scaling Back And A Wee Bit Of Tasha Tudor Inspiration

Good morning, my dear mermaid hearts, 

The title is very woe is me, I am aware. (wink wink). Last week, I was struggling, and that, my darlings, is why I didn't put out much content. Don't worry, I'm all fine now, but I needed a bit to process what was happening. I had another spiritual breakthrough, for which I am so grateful. To be appreciative of our woes is something we should learn to embrace, for if we're trusting the beautiful process, we know we are to learn something of significance. It takes great courage to acknowledge that when particulars go awry, we are fully capable of looking within and sitting with ourselves to see what the meaning of our experience is and what Mother Nature is teaching. My darlings, once upon a time, I felt entirely embarrassed sharing my frailties, and these days, I am more my true self, and I want to remain that way with you: open, vulnerable and transparent. I know I am not alone in that notion. For many folks, the stashing of emotions is quite common. When we learn to embrace our whole selves, this is what unites us in togetherness. There is a productive way of sharing that sends off signals to other women, thus encouraging self-healing among one another. Here is a lovely little quote from the Tasha Tudor book The Private World of Tasha Tudor.

"People have rose-coloured lenses when they look at me. They don't realise I'm human. They don't see the real me. As Mark Twain said, we are like the moon; we all have our dark side that we never show anybody." ~Tasha Tudor

I love to emulate my muses and idols in reenactment photographs. 

I have so much to say today, so might you pour a cuppa tea, being we're all friends here? Please allow me to bang on for a few thousand words. It has given me time, and I've stayed sat with myself and deeply recognised where I intend to make changes. So, allow me to start with the feral kittens.

Do you recall the mum cat named Molly Mipsy and her three feral kittens, Peter, Constantine and Prudence? All of which I had the vet spay and neuter, and they are happily living in the cottage with me. Yes, all of that turned out well. 

Prudence, Constantine and Peter- The kittens in The Tale of Molly Kitten.

Last week, my mum and Jeffrey Shawn said in a passing conversation that I had too many projects at once and should focus on one thing at a time, or I was sure to find myself stressed and overwhelmed. As I often do when someone tells me I can't do something (such as handling loads of undertakings), I often prove them wrong and accomplish said objective with ease. I am sure that defiant behaviour is Sagittarius rising in that I don't particularly appreciate when told what to do. Not last week, though. I might add here now that prior to all of the activities I began piling on, I had set the intention that I wanted spirit to guide me to focus and to expand even more in any areas that I was blocking, which I wasn't possibly recognising. So keep that in mind whilst reading this post further. 

The first day, I awoke with a headache. Now, that might not sound extreme, but for a person who never has headaches, it was for me, and peppermint oil wasn't helping. So, I took a few Aleves, and that didn't help. The only thing I should've leaned into from the start was WATER! I was severely dehydrated. I kept going; however, that was my first sign of spirit, and I didn't pay attention. The next day, I woke up with a kink in my neck that was so painful, and again, neck pains.

I've never struggled with such things in my life. I couldn't get the pain to leave for over a week. Again, I didn't heed my body's call and listen. Here is where it brings absolute upset. I went to the garden to water the flowers as I do every morning, and as I was just about to turn the hose on, I heard a loud screeching sound. At first, I thought it was a bird stuck in the plants, but no! It was an entire litter of four more feral kittens, of which the mum was, at that moment, birthing the last one (I think), and then she took off. I left the kittens (for the amount of time the vet said to wait) where they were and hoped the mum would return. She didn't. I couldn't bear listening to the kittens crying for the day, so I scooped them up and got them settled. I began keeping them warm and bottle-feeding them. I was so stressed because of more feral kittens, and no one would take the poor things. I called everyone. 

By this point, the number of feral cats was taking over and coming out from the woodwork. My mum and I began getting up every two hours and bottle-feeding the poor little motherless kittens. Well, on the third morning, all four kittens were dead. I tried for three days my best; perhaps the mum knew all along they were sickly. I'll never really know, but I know I wanted to keep them alive. To support this post from becoming absorbably long, my dear father buried them, and I have taken to being more rigid in the feral cats I am now feeding. Now that I have controlled the feeding, the cats have all disappeared. Im not going to tell a porkie; I felt a sigh of relief when the poor little kittens had all passed in the night. All of the death I've had with animals was too much. I know death is a part of life, especially when having a small farm. However, I realised what my lesson was, as I was spreading myself too thin. When we don't hear matters when the spirit attempts to show us on the metaphysical scale, we then receive it where it will get our attention. I must laser focus and realise I can't try to save everyone. I am no longer in the business of taking the backseat in some regions of my life. It took this experience for me to step into my power.

In the next post, I'll tell you about an exciting series of paintings I've been working on. I think you'll love it.

Most affably, yours til' my next swim, Love Razz