As we age, everyday tasks that once seemed simple can become increasingly challenging. For many elderly individuals, mobility issues can make moving around the home, bathing, or even navigating stairs daunting and dangerous. As someone who worked as a carer for the elderly, I have seen first hand the implications of having an inaccessible home. […] The post The Best Mobility Aids For Seniors At Home  appeared first on Faded Spring ..read more

She pressed herself against her window, watching the pigeons walk along the roof. A flash of muted gray, tinged with turquoise. Her tabby cat perched on her hind legs, batting at the birds. A sharp meow, a cat in a tantrum. Watching the birds evade her once more. The skies darkened into a stormy gray, […] The post How To Design Your Dream Bedroom With AI appeared first on Faded Spring ..read more

Breathe in, breathe out. Fighting against the cloying air that had her in a chokehold. Resisting the rising panic that pricked her skin. She imagined anxiety as a million crawling spiders. Weaving its web, a tangled web of chaos. Her, stuck, with no way out. In a castle built of silk, drowning in its masterful thread. Her legs, once flaying, paralyzed in fear. For anxiety would eat at her mind, body and soul. Ferocious bites that drained her positivity. Looking down at her, with its hairy body from the top shelf. Her eyes were lined with fatigue. Rough lines crinkling with exhaustion. She look ..read more

3AM. The witching hour, hands sweaty, heart racing. Her mind in overdrive, as she woke from yet another nightmare. Trying to dull the pain that squeezed her mind and soul. The tension in her back, she felt the walls closing in. Then came the noises. Where headlights piercedthe darkness of night. Like fireflies dancing in an endless sweep. The loud thrum of car engines spluttering down the high street. The raucous laughter of friends. The squeal of a fox who was demolishing the rubbish. But there was one sound that stood out above them all. Snoring. Watching him sleep, seeing the rise and fall ..read more

In the ‘garden of empathy’, the world was a better place. Cows grazing beneath the willow trees. Cloaked in black and white splotches, her eyes reflecting the sun’s soft light. Wild pigs with glistening ebon coats. Tussocks of grass their chosen nest, as they treaded the forest floors. Chickens squawking, flapping their wings. Released from the cruel cages that threatened to break them in. Though A wasn’t preachy, she was passionate about the welfare of animals. About treating all living beings with kindness and compassion.  Celebrating all creatures big and small. It sounded cheesy, but ..read more

In today’s fast-paced digital landscape, visual marketing has become a game-changer for brands looking to captivate their audience and stand out in a crowded market. The saying “a picture is worth a thousand words” holds truer than ever, and leveraging visual elements can elevate your brand to new heights. Take it from me. I am well known not only for my unique ‘poetic’ writing style, but my colourful aesthetic too. Vibrant, colourful, personality-driven. A dopamine rush, with a clear message. Someone who always has something meaningful to say. With endless brands clamouring for consumer atten ..read more

Veganuary passed her by, and melted into Valentine’s day. A sea of red and pink, a splash of purple. A love affair, not just for couples. Galentine’s day, celebrating friends that time wouldn’t erase. The kind of friends who would stand up for you when noone else would. Who was with you in the darkest of times. Who laughed and cried with you, who picked you up when everyone else was gone. A self-care day, for the solo lovers too. A toast to solitude, revelling in self-love. Where you would build your own tower of compassion. Whispering affirmations, as you celebrated you, yourself and I. For A ..read more

She never spent as much time in her cozy bed as she did in winter. Burrowing under her red and gray printed quilt, refusing to go out. For it was a sanctuary in warmth, where bedroom stories were told. Cocooned in pink and blue fluffy blankets. Ice cold feet wrapped up in knee high thick socks. Hours spent watching Disney Movies in Bed, Elementals, Coco, Soul too. Watching it swirl with the constellation of stars littered across their ceiling. Hints of blue, green and purple like the galaxies in their bedroom. But as January slipped into February, she breathed a sigh of relief. Leaving behind ..read more

If it wasn’t for a mindful Veganuary, January would be her least favourite time of year. Where the days were short and the nights were long. Grey skies in the stormiest of hues, clouds pregnant with rain. The air biting, her hands numb. A haunting melody of melancholy, where the sun was a timid visitor. For in January, the warmth was rare. Eyes streaming, reddened cheeks. Feet that wanted to curl up and disappear. She dreamed of frolicking in summer again. Her favourite season. Where fat cats lay sprawled in daisy-fed gardens. Bellies up, demanding to be stroked. Purrs that reverberated into h ..read more

They felt the rain before they saw it. In the frigid depths of January’s icy embrace. Where the world slumbered in a misty haze, rain drenching their clothes. They gazed forlonly at the stormy gray skies, the clouds swelling triumphantly. Frozen to the bone, as the water painted the canvas of the Earth’s verdant embrace. Despite the melancholy of the gray tones, they felt invigorated. For an idea came to them as if in a dream. 2014, the year of the soulmates. The year where the couple would travel, and expand their horizons. After all, in March they would be celebrating their five year anniver ..read more