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This Is Just Sue Finding out who I am in my 50s. Life awakening, CrossFit, creativity, scrolls, DIY, cats & whatever comes next. Just Sue. 💚

🌺 Poppy Jasper & Black Obsidian 🖤Two beautiful stones with complementary meanings.❤️ Poppy Jasper is traditionally known...
31/10/2026

🌺 Poppy Jasper & Black Obsidian 🖤

Two beautiful stones with complementary meanings.

❤️ Poppy Jasper is traditionally known as a stone of vitality, courage and creativity. Associated with the Root Chakra, it symbolises grounding, emotional strength, renewed passion and enthusiasm for life. A stone of regeneration, reminding us that even after difficult times, joy and inspiration can return.

🖤 Black Obsidian is a natural volcanic glass, formed when lava cools rapidly. Known in crystal traditions as a stone of protection, truth and transformation, it is believed to help release negative energy, encourage self-reflection and support emotional grounding.

🌙 Together, they symbolise protection and renewal, the courage to let go of what no longer serves us and the confidence to embrace new beginnings.

A beautiful combination of strength, grounding and creative energy. ✨

24/10/2026

The joys of Bootcamp in winter! 🥶😂

Found myself a lovely warm puffer coat for those freezing mornings. Love the chocolate brown and it’s so cosy! 🤎

The Wings I Had Forgotten 🦋For a while, I thought the scrolls had gone.That extraordinary period of awakening, when word...
24/10/2026

The Wings I Had Forgotten 🦋

For a while, I thought the scrolls had gone.

That extraordinary period of awakening, when words came through me that I knew were not mine, seemed to have ended.

And although I had come so far, there was still a part of me searching. Wondering whether there was more. Whether I would ever experience that same depth of knowing again.

I hadn’t realised that something else was happening.

I was still changing. Still growing. Still unfolding.

Only this time, it wasn’t arriving in the way it had before.

I had been going back through my scrolls, reading them with different eyes, understanding things I couldn’t possibly have understood when they first came through me.

And without even realising it, I had been embodying them.

They hadn’t gone anywhere.

They had gone into me.

And then came a little oracle card called To the Sea.

I saw a woman sitting dejected in a tiny paper boat, drifting around what felt like an artificial fish tank. She was surrounded by glass, plastic coral and a world that looked like freedom but felt like confinement.

She had become so absorbed in everything that was wrong that she couldn’t see anything beyond it.

And then I noticed her wings.

Beautiful, magnificent purple and green wings.

I could see her standing up, her flowing taffeta dress falling around her, her hair tumbling down. I could hear her squealing with laughter as she flew around, full of joy and life.

And I realised she didn’t need anyone to give her wings.

She already had them. She just couldn’t see them.

The card changed from To the Sea to To See.

And once she saw herself, there would be no going back. The little paper boat would sink beneath the water, returning to the sea from which it came.

Because what’s seen can’t be unseen.

When I shared the reading, I received a beautiful response from someone who felt deeply connected to the words and imagery. It was as though something in the reading had reached a part of her that needed to be acknowledged.

And I felt such hope.

Because all I had wanted was for her to realise that her life still had potential.

And suddenly I recognised a beautiful thread running through the readings I’d recently shared.

Sometimes people simply need to feel seen.

Not fixed. Not rescued. Just seen.

And suddenly I understood something about what was happening to me, too.

I had been so busy wondering where the scrolls had gone that I hadn’t recognised what they had become.

The words were still coming. The moments of sudden knowing were happening more often. I was seeing more in the cards, more easily, and sometimes the smallest detail would open into something extraordinary.

Those wonderful WTF moments.

And then, after the reading, I casually glanced at my oracle box.

Wisdom. Divination.

And the words came.

Divine Wisdom.

Another layer peeled away.

I knew what those words meant to me.

Through me, not of me.

It wasn’t the beginning of another awakening. It was a deeper understanding of the one I had already lived.

The scrolls hadn’t disappeared. They had become part of me, and now I was beginning to recognise how what I had lived and learned could reach someone else.

I used to think the little balms for the soul were the scrolls that had helped me through my darkest days.

But now I am beginning to understand that those moments of recognition, those unexpected words that seem to arrive from nowhere, can become little balms for someone else, too.

And perhaps the most wonderful part of all was that while I was helping another woman see the wings she had forgotten, I was beginning to recognise my own.

I thought I had been adrift.

But I had been growing all along.

The journey really was the gold ❤️

Something has been drawing me back to my oracle cards recently, and the experiences I’m having with them are becoming qu...
22/10/2026

Something has been drawing me back to my oracle cards recently, and the experiences I’m having with them are becoming quite extraordinary.

Cards I’ve drawn countless times are suddenly revealing things I’ve never seen before. It’s almost as though I fall into the picture, and one little detail after another begins to unfold, until suddenly there’s that wonderful moment when everything makes sense.

This morning was one of those moments.

A Leg Up: The Climb Is the Gold

My eyes went straight to the white space beneath the mother bear. A doorway. It was almost hypnotic, and I found it incredibly difficult to look away.

Why was the little bear struggling to climb over his mother when he could simply walk underneath her and reach the other side?

He was grasping onto her back, frustrated because he could see the top but couldn’t quite get himself over. Then I noticed the icicles hanging from his back leg, almost like stalactites. He must have been there for some time. Above him, even the harlequin bunting was covered in icicles. This had been a long journey, and at times an incredibly cold one.

Yet he was still holding on.

The mother bear looked directly at me. She could bend her knees and make it easier, but she stood perfectly still, patiently waiting. She knew he was capable.

And behind them, almost hidden in the sky, was the male face. Watching.

Neither had abandoned him. They were there, supporting him, but allowing him to make the climb himself.

Then A Leg Up became Get Up.

He didn’t need rescuing. He didn’t need more strength. He already had everything he needed. Just one final push.

And there were four stars again, just as there had been four emerging from the wand yesterday.

One little detail after another, each revealing something more.

And then it happened.

WTF! The doorway!

I suddenly understood why I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

It was the easy way through. The temptation to bypass the struggle and simply arrive at the destination.

And I recognised myself.

I’ve been so desperate to finish my book that I’ve been concentrating on the end result. I could hand my scrolls to somebody else and still get them out into the world.

But what would I lose along the way?

All those extraordinary discoveries I’m making as I go back through them. Reliving experiences, recognising connections, understanding things I couldn’t understand at the time.

And suddenly the whole card opened up.

The climb is the gold.

Not just with my book. With life.

How often do we spend our lives wanting to get somewhere else? Waiting for something to happen, for something to be finished, for the difficult part to be over, believing that what we’re looking for is waiting on the other side?

And all the while, there’s something extraordinary happening within the journey itself.

The things we discover. The strength we find. The understanding that comes only because we’ve lived through it.

The mother bear knew. She wasn’t going to take that experience away from her cub. She was there, supporting him, but the climb was his.

And perhaps that’s why the icicles mattered so much. The journey had been long. It had been cold. It hadn’t always been easy.

But none of that meant it had been wasted.

It was all part of the climb.

And then I realised something else.

This was exactly what had happened while I was reading the card.

I’d become so absorbed in exploring every tiny detail, allowing one beautiful discovery to lead to another, that I didn’t want to leave.

I wasn’t trying to reach an answer. I was simply enjoying everything that was unfolding.

I was already experiencing the very message the card was showing me.

And that, for me, was the most wonderful realisation of all.

Stop rushing to get to the other side.

There is so much to discover, to understand, to experience and to savour along the way.

The destination will come.

But don’t miss the journey in your hurry to get there.

Because the journey is the gold.

I’ve also been feeling drawn to reading for other people again. ❤️

If anyone would like me to pull an oracle card for them and share what I see, just leave me a comment or send me a message.

I’d love to see what unfolds for you. ✨

Strap in - this is a big one 😂😂Today I pulled Happy, Happy, and immediately I was drawn to the absolute joy radiating fr...
21/10/2026

Strap in - this is a big one 😂😂

Today I pulled Happy, Happy, and immediately I was drawn to the absolute joy radiating from the woman sitting on an enormous turquoise and pink egg.

There was a baby’s face inside, almost too big to be contained, and I could hear the most wonderful squeal of:

“Mummy, Mummy, Mummy!”

It was the sound of a child seeing someone they loved after a long time apart, running into their arms with sheer excitement.

And somehow I knew it was me who had returned.

The woman above was magnificent. Her rainbow butterfly wings were relaxed, her sequined leotard sparkled, and divine light poured both into her and upwards from her. She was surrounded by rainbows, golden stars and an overwhelming feeling of bliss.

Then I realised she had been brought down from the heavens. The top of the egg was flattened where she’d landed, almost like a soft, springy landing pad.

As I looked closer, the egg became stone. I could almost feel its cool, slightly rough surface beneath my fingers.

And the face inside began to change.

The baby became a child, first a boy, then a little girl with turquoise hair on one side and pink on the other. I immediately thought of the duality of being a twin.

But then I recognised her.

She looked like me when I was about seven.

And suddenly I felt like crying.

Was that when I’d lost her? That happy, carefree little girl?

As I watched, her face changed again. The pink side blurred, almost clown-like, and I understood another duality. Not just being a twin, but the different roles I’d played within myself.

She continued ageing, moving through the years of my life until she became the woman I am today.

And then I understood why the radiant woman had arrived.

She was bringing her extraordinary energy into the egg, restarting my life.

Her joy was gradually changing the stone. She wasn’t breaking it or forcing anything.

Simply by being there, radiating that incredible happiness, she was dissolving it.

Eventually, the woman inside became a memory, absorbed into the radiant figure above.

And I realised something.

The past was being laid to rest and every part of me was being reunited.

One couldn’t happen without the other.

Then I noticed the star fizzing in her hand.

It was a wand.

She was granting wishes, happily waving it towards me, and with every movement another little golden star appeared. There were four in total, one slightly larger above her third eye.

That one I recognised immediately.

Divine illumination.

Seeing beyond the veil.

I didn’t know what the other three represented, but she did. She was absolutely bursting with excitement, like someone who had bought the most wonderful gifts and couldn’t wait for you to open them.

And I remembered the ribbon I’d noticed around her leg earlier. I’d thought it looked like something tied carefully around a precious gift to protect it during delivery.

Another connection.

The wishes felt already granted, even though their unfolding was still to come.

Then I looked at the title again.

Happy, Happy.

The first Happy felt childlike, innocent and carefree.

The second felt older, more grown-up.

Two different kinds of happiness, just as I’d watched the different versions of myself.

But the radiant woman was something else entirely.

She felt almost real enough to lift straight from the card and hold in my hand.

Her presence was extraordinary.

She seemed to exist in perpetual bliss, radiating a love and frequency beyond anything I could imagine experiencing on Earth.

And I recognised that feeling.

It was the all-consuming love, the intimate connection to divine consciousness, that I’d experienced during my awakening.

God, how I would love to feel that again, even for a second.

Then, just as I was putting the card down, I saw one final thing.

Her rainbow wings and the divine light formed the triquetra.

I recognised it instantly.

Unity as one.

Complete connection to all and everything.

Never being alone.

And I understood why this reading had moved me so deeply.

It began with the joy of a child welcoming me home. It took me through the years of my life, the parts of myself I’d lost, the roles I’d played and everything I’d carried.

And it ended with reunion, divine love and the promise of joy.

Not by forgetting the past, but by bringing it all together.

I put the card down feeling incredibly blessed, as though something greater had spoken to me through its imagery.

And perhaps what stays with me most is that extraordinary woman.

She wasn’t struggling.

She wasn’t afraid.

She wasn’t trying to make anything happen.

She was simply overflowing with joy.

And that joy was enough to begin dissolving the stone ###❤️🥰

If anyone wants a card reading I have space for 2 this week x just let me know x

20/10/2026

There’s a difference between being noticed and being truly seen.

Sometimes we don’t even realise how long we’ve felt unseen until someone finally understands us. ❤️

What do these words mean to you?

19/10/2026

Looking back at one of the hardest times in my life, I realise how desperately I needed someone to tell me that things wouldn’t always feel that way.

If you’re in that place right now, I hope this gives you a little hope. ❤️

18/10/2026

Last night, sparkly dress and heels. This morning, Bootcamp gear and a bobble hat! 😂

I’m 53, and I’m learning to love the woman in the mirror, whatever she’s wearing. ❤️

Anyone else finding they’re becoming more comfortable in their own skin as they get older?

From Gym Gear to Gala Glam! 💃✨Well, I went with dress number 4! 😂💃Here we are, me, Emma and Sarah, all dressed up and re...
17/10/2026

From Gym Gear to Gala Glam! 💃✨

Well, I went with dress number 4! 😂💃

Here we are, me, Emma and Sarah, all dressed up and ready to head off to the charity gala.

Makes a change from my usual gym gear! 😂❤️

17/10/2026

I’m usually in gym gear, but tonight I’m off to a charity gala! 💃✨

Four dresses and I can’t decide! 😂

Which would you choose? 1, 2, 3 or 4? Help a girl out! ❤️

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