Granny B the “visitors” tea-leaves tea-cups and the best biscuits!

My granny B was my mum’s mum and was a definite mystery to me as a child. Firstly because she had a jar of sweeties on a table by her chair that used to refill all by themselves between visits (or so I thought) and secondly because of her ability to read all the little black dots that stuck together in random ways on the side of tea cups also better known as tea leaves. Granny B was a real character like most of her generation I remember that she used to throw out old pound notes in the bin If they looked “dirty “ (I soon latched on as a child to this cleanliness habit of hers and made sure I was around to empty said bins when needed). Granny B lived on her own and had done for most of time I had known her in my life, I used to go to her house to chat about almost anything over tea and the best biscuits from the tin that was always kept in the top cupboard and she would casually mention to me about her “visitors” and how many there had been over several days and nights. I had to admit these conversations took place without the merest hint of a raised quizzical eyebrow from either of us, very natural in fact, albeit said visitors had all departed this earth some many years previously. I would sit comfortably in her company and that of her “visitors” without feeling apprehensive that I may happen to see any of them (In fact if I was honest I was slightly disappointed to never actually see anything until much later in life when I was least expecting it )

Because my Granny B  made it all seem so normal I feel  that’s why I grew up not being afraid to use my psychic intuition in life. When we discussed problems or what I was troubled with Granny B used to say , go with what feels right for you , if it feels right for the situation and that moment in time just go with it -” if it intuitively feels right how can it be wrong “

And there it was my philosophy in life laid down to follow by the smallest wee woman with the curliest of hair who used to intrigue me with her endless conversational chats over you have guessed it a pot of tea. Granny B never used tea bags ever we had to have proper tea in cups and saucers.

I can’t remember at what age I knew she could read tea leaves she just always did and I also know she didn’t use them by using fixed symbols and terminology, and was horrified by too many leaves calling them dirty or overly busy cups. She always said it was her psychic instinct, but because she was always so accurate I used to wonder if in fact the” visitors” were actually helping by playing a bigger part than I gave them credit for!

Granny B believed we all have psychic ability and instinctiveness

So It will be interesting to have a think about what makes things feel right for you try think where you have made decisions and gone with your instinct, which i have to say in most people is very rarely wrong. I also feel when we want to think about situations before reaching conclusions we often graduate to colours without realising it and that again these can link to places we like to go.

for example – you may like to be near

Beaches  and the sea- Yellow/blues

 Parks, woods and hill walks- Greens/browns/reds

Sunsets/sunrise -orange/reds/yellows

People are often drawn to particular seasons by the colours mostly associated with them you often refer to this as your favourite time of year .

What’s your favourite thinking colour then.

Below are two photographs which were taken at a time that inspired me to make positive changeable decisions in my life

I think you can see what makes me feel connected,

Daisy xx