Berry and Cacao Smoothie Bowl with Moringa Powder

One of my favourite go-to post work out meal seems to always be a smoothie bowl. I’ve been pretty much in love with how fast it takes to make and how long it fills me up for. I have been experimenting with a load of different recipes and will start posting a few more of my favourite concoctions on here so you can try them out too. 

It’s one of my favourite days today, a Monday and market day. Which means it’s a day spent usually eating, practicing yoga and focusing on myself. Over the past year or so I’ve been focusing on all aspects of my health and learning about my self, from my mind to my body and in doing this, not only am I getting to know how my body works, how to listen to it and also learning to look after it with the respect it deserves. This is a daily challenge because I could quite easily sit and eat chocolate spread on toast for every meal, so keeping my meals interesting and relatively simple and fast to make is my favourite kind of meal. 

The recipe for this was inspired by all the fruit that I may or may not have slightly crushed on the walk back home from town.. Picture this, I have several bags of market fruit and veggies. I’m carrying my yoga mat and hand bag and they take it in turns beating me in the butt as I walk slowly losing the grip on my bagged up melons, etc. They fall, taking the bag of not so appropriately placed raspberries and provide a great cushion for the melon… 

So I used all the raspberries to create this absolute delight. 

I had also read about the benefits of including Moringa powder into my diet for a number of reasons. Mostly it’s superfood qualities that boast  medicinal and healing purposes. And the amount you actually need to use every day is up to a tablespoon a day but I’d recommend starting with about a teaspoon and seeing how you go. 

Smoothie Ingredients:

  • 1 banana 
  • A handful of blueberries 
  • A handful of strawberries 
  • A handful of raspberries 
  • 1/2 cup oats 
  • 1/2 cup of almond milk 
  • 1 teaspoon** of Moringa powder*


  • A handful of chia seeds 
  • A handful of organic cacao nibs 
  • A handful of flax seeds 
  • A handful of dried coconut flakes 
  • A dashing of blueberries 
  • 2 passion fruit 

* If the Moringa powder is overwhelming, I find it’s quite an earthy taste, but on the bag it is written that it has a similar taste to spinach, just add more of your preffered berries. 

** I decided to change this amount from 1 tablespoon to 1 teaspoon after reading about the daily intake. 

I’ll be posting about why I have added Moringa powder to my daily food intake shortly so keep an eye out for that and let me know what you think! 



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I’d found a home in a distant land. A home that I called mine for a blissful few hours on a sunny day.
Away from everything but not, sheltered away, I found a place which allowed me to become whole.

The waves crashed in on my legs. Enveloping them as my heart poured out into the ocean.

My insides danced with glee as I playfully skipped through the cool water.

My footprints embedded in the sodden sand, as sudden as the waves lapped the shore once more, the past imprints that have shaped me are taken back into the waters.

And in that moment, as I watch the shapes dissolve into the great vastness, I feel the emptiness inside me fill with warmth.
I exude happiness and I am engulfed by the power that resides in the ever changing faces of waves. 

I am energy. Ever changing and powerful.

I am free.

Free from hatred, pain, fear and jealousy. Free to be a continuous work in progress. Free to feel what I need to feel. Free to walk away.


I am nothing but a vibrant current sweeping through the great ocean that is life.

You’ve Been Mangoed | Skye’s Illustrated Review 


Vegan bath oil from Lush

£2.00 for 20g

Main Ingredients:
  • Mango Butter
  • Organic Shea Butter
  • Avocado Butter
  • Lemongrass Oil
  • Lemon Oil

Read more about this product or purchase it on here: You’ve Been Mangoed

You’ve Been Mangoed | Illustrated By: Skye Morgan

This lil bath oil is one of my favourite products from Lush and my favourite bath melt of theirs. I buy at least one every time I go in, even if it’s the only thing I buy, I know my skin will thank me. The melt itself is just smaller than an egg in size & I find that with my skin, I can make one last for about 4 baths if I cut it up into smaller pieces (which I think is amazing for the price). However, you can totally do what my friend does and throw about 3 in the bath at once, I’d call that a deep treatment. 

You’ve Been Mangoed Ingredients | Illustrated By: Skye Morgan

This wonderful little melt is big when it comes to moisturising and nourishing my skin, rich ingredients packed with moisturising properties and benefits are what I need. I have quite awkward skin and have had many a nightmare with attempting to find a balance between oily and dry skin during the winter months. This melt has been a godsend from day one. Leaving my skin smooth and plumped up with moisture without the leftover oily residue that I often get from other similar products.

You’ve Been Mangoed Ingredients | Illustrated By: Skye Morgan

What I love about Lush products are the incredible fresh smells of the ingredients. Whilst in the bath, the atmosphere that the oils create are uplifting and refreshing and the smell amplifies. I literally swoon at the fragrance of You’ve Been Mangoed, it’s so good that I’ve genuinely had to stop myself from eating it. (Seriously, I am actually sad that it isn’t edible because if it tastes half as good as it smells.. ohh snap! I know I’m weird and so okay with it.) The scent stays on your skin for a good few hours I have found, I’ve had a couple of people mention this to me after I have used only a quarter of the melt.

You’ve Been Mangoed is a wonderful product overall and I struggle to find any negatives when it comes to using this product. It’s become a go to product that’s a part of my routine. And that’s pretty damn good considering I’m an awkward cat with stuff I put on my skin. If it feels wrong I won’t use it and this is one that feels so, so right. I’d definitely recommend this as a treat for your skin and senses. 

Have you ever used this product? What do you think of it? 


Italy Dreamin’

As long as I can remember, I have been in love with Italy. The history, the beauty and everything else in between. I want to experience, explore and get lost in the place I have been dreaming of for so long. 

I’ve got plans to stay in Rome and take a course in Italian. I’ve been learning little bits but I’d like to be fluent one day.  I’ve pretty much planned it out ( but if you know of a place that isn’t really known, tell me please so I can explore!) eat food, drink all the coffee, do a handstand in the Colosseum, eat an unbelievable amount of food, etc, etc. All that’s left to do is book and pay and I’m working on that. 

And as a way to fuel the fire under the pot of dreams and plans, I made a little montage of a few places I’d love to meander through and most likely be awestruck by the sights and whatever else I find. 

Scenes from beautiful pebbled streets of Trastevere mostly. I could literally move there right now and be so totally okay with the stress of being really foreign again. Infact, I look forward to the feeling of the strange discomforting comfort that you get when travelling. It’s been a while, I fear I may have forgotten what it feels like!

I’ll be posting more and gradually increasing over the next few weeks which I’m excited about. I’m looking forward to seeing this blog grow and me grow along with it. I have so many ideas that I literally don’t know where to begin. But a good friend once told me to Start in the middle and work either way. So that’s basically what I’m doing at the moment. Until later!



Little Things 

I recently started using my trusty old moleskine again, with all intentions of making sure to use it every single day. Not just for illustrations, but also to remove my frustrating fear of the blank page. I had my old red moleskine for a good two years. And the most I had done was rip the majority of the pages out and barely attempt to use it for art purposes. Until a couple of months ago and promised myself to use it at least once a day and to stop tearing pages out of a £16 sketchbook. Blasphemous behaviour I know. Don’t worry, I judged myself too. But you’ll be happy to know that I have since stopped doing the unspeakable and I had to actually get a new one just before Christmas. So all in all, this little challenge I set myself has gone surprisingly well so far. 

I fight with myself on a daily basis to get things done. Sometimes it feels as though I’m on a carousel, going round in continuous and monotonous circles, with the voice inside my head letting me know that I have to put in the work and show up in order to create anything, which is playing over and over instead of the music.  However since I started to just draw without reason and make peace with the imperfections, I have found a new sense of comfort in the quiet moments I find myself buried inside of my journal.  

Recently, my nostalgia and wanderlust have been inspiring the most recent pages. I haven’t explored enough of the world yet and life is teaching me patience. Don’t worry life, I’m so totally ready to go whenever so, I’ll just be here, drawing nostalgic references to my past, whilst thinking about my future. 

I haven’t pushed myself with art at all recently. I’m annoyed by this yes, but I’m slowly forcing myself into a routine that fits me. A continuous process but I’ll get there. So here it is today’s illustration. Nothing fancy, just a collection of Little Things that have been found, given and bought. 

I have a few illustrations that I haven’t posted on here yet. But I’ll be getting everything posted soon. I’m always late, I’m really trying to get organised. But I swear, my life is 99% drafts right now. And not just in regards to blogging. So prepare to witness me attempting to be a fully functioning human. Feel free to laugh, because I do. All. The. Time.



She turned her world upside down to make sense of the madness. 

And in that moment of uncertainty, 

all her fears disappeared into the sky 

and she learned how to fly.


What Am I Afraid Of?
Such a sentence brings me to the thoughts that have haunted me for years.

To be a bird in a place that is made for hunters.

I am surrounded by beings who are afraid to be alone,

I have been this person.

Afraid to bend,

afraid to break.

But my world has changed and as the smoke dances above

sending signals of change,

I realise they are not the same as I.

I am meant to feel different.

I AM different.

I am meant to be.

Some may learn to understand.

Others, not.

I am losing sight of my fears.

I have gained a sense of calm within the chaos that has engulfed the world.

But I am not to worry of such,

as I am not fearful.

I am alive,

breathing breathes filled with thoughtful changes in each moment.

Learning continuously in motion.

I beg you, do not stop.

Do not let fear encapsulate you.

It feeds self doubt and trouble.

Embrace your self,

your mind.

You are the power for which you so crave.

You are the wisdom for which you so desire.

You are everything you need.

And for these words I write,

I give you the sign that I so craved;

a reminder that all is not lost within,

as long as you find yourself hoping for more.

Be that person you so crave.

Be what you need.

Be what you want.

Be who you are as unapologetically as you can.

Trust that you are enough

and you will find that being yourself,

is all this universe asks of you.

Just Be.

Anxiety, Diazepam and Yoga: Memoirs of an Anxious Yogini.

I grew up as a vegetarian, in a household that used natural remedies and alternative therapies. Reflexology, Acupuncture, Reiki and Homeopathy were the chosen medications for any ailments that would surface. For the most part, I can thankfully say I have been rather healthy in my life. But in the rare moments that I have been very ill, where all the alternatives had been attempted, desperation pushed me to go to a medical doctor. I would be prescribed pharmaceuticals and with the majority of medicines, my body would reject them soon after by means of well, throwing them back up. Most of my life I have been a frustration to medical doctors, either because I have refused treatments offered to me or I have given them lectures on the proven benefits of homeopathy and other alternative therapies, which do work and have been around for far longer than the shit that they hand out as if they are magic skittles.

Then a few years ago, I started having blackouts, panic attacks and sporadic insomnia which was brought on by a variety of reasons relating to my past. Desperation and fear lead me once again, to a medical doctor and I was officially diagnosed for the first time with Depression, Anxiety and Panic Disorder. I was prescribed some sleeping pills and Diazepam (Valium) that were to be taken as needed. The diagnosis itself at the time was humiliating and equally terrifying. I was officially ill and officially struggling to come to terms with it. The diagnosis itself lead me on a path that had good days and bad, filled with a lot of soul searching and also a considerable amount of denial.

I found myself reading up on the medications I had been prescribed. I read forums, blog posts and case studies. Pretty much anything I could find and searched for more information so that I could increase my understanding of what they did and what was “wrong” with me.

As my knowledge grew, so did my awareness of the side effects and the likelihood of dependence. Since being prescribed the above, I have only needed to take them a handful of times and in truly desperate moments of panic or exhaustion. I refused and still refuse to take antidepressants. I strived to seek other methods of self-help which eventually lead me to the practice of yoga around six months ago.

Yoga was another desperate attempt. I had tried everything and I found myself in an exhausted haze at 6am on the 10th of June, not having slept in 3 days, I dragged myself onto my mat for the first time in years. That decision has been the best one I have made in regards to my mental and physical health, quite possibly, ever. Since that day, my panic attacks have subsided and my blackouts have also relaxed. I’ve had more good days than bad and the need for medications had ceased, until yesterday.

I have a history of experimental drug taking which in retrospect was used as a method of coping and escapism. I’m telling you this because I feel as though it gives me a bit of basis for comparison. In my late teens and very early twenties, I dabbled with a selection of recreational drugs and experienced a variety of outcomes, some, quite euphoric and others, well, vile. I can admit that I was pretty stupid in the earlier days, but as I grew up I researched and set limitations.

The reasons behind my choices in taking drugs were partly due to my life being thrown up in the air and being thrown into my own personal nightmare. Where I made decisions I was being driven by emotions where my first response was “fuck it, why not?” But later on, I mostly did them because I was curious. My experiences of drugs are most certainly not on the level of Charlie Sheen, but I have experienced enough to understand the appeal but not enough to a) get addicted and b) feel the need to continue. I barely even drink alcohol now, to the point where I would rather drink endless cups of coffee at a rave than partake in partying with Molly or the likes. Been there, done that. Can bars please serve espresso based drinks now please?

I have a family history of addictive personalities so I have always tried to be as careful as one can be when taking drugs. My addiction is coffee, which is probably my blood type and I am so beyond okay with that. And dependant on stress, smoking. But I’m working on the last one. Although this may seem hypocritical, but I wouldn’t recommend taking drugs. Especially as a method of coping with life. I realised this hypocrisy in hindsight. I don’t regret what I have done because I am who I am today through the choices I have made in the past and I am proud of who I have become.

Yesterday, however, I woke up in a silent, petrified and cold sweaty panic. My heart raced and my mind was doing its best impression of the perfect example of overdrive. Whilst my emotions felt as though they had been meticulously programmed into a soundboard and then placed in the hands of an over excited toddler with a mallet. I paced through the flat, trying to calm myself trying to regain control. My panic attacks come in a variety of forms, but this one was really horrendous. It felt almost as though I had been waiting for it to happen in anticipation. Which perhaps only made it feel worse than it was.

I became desperate to calm down. To be able to think straight. To stop my head from spilling thoughts that felt like knives scraping the inside of my skull, sending tremors down my spine and ripple effects to my heart which was beating so fast, my chest was viciously vibrating in fear. I desperately searched for the box of Diazepam and emotionally decided to ingest four 2mg little white pills. I stared out my window and thought of all the things I would rather be doing than feeling this way. A while went by and I slowly started to fade into the familiar feeling of what I can only describe as a stoned zombie jelly baby. Squidgy, floating and ethereal. I feeling I don’t particularly like, but a feeling I preferred at the time to the alternative.

I needed something to focus on that would make me feel more like myself. And after a while, I walked over to my yoga mat and began to move with intent, slowly and focussing on my every move. I felt extra weird and strangely  unbelievably focussed. My mind felt blissfully empty and the only thing I could do was flow. I can’t even tell you how long I practised for. I spent the majority of the time thinking only about finding balance. Attempting a variety of asanas that I knew would help me feel revitalised and stretched. I finished my practice with around what felt like an hour of meditation. Probably the easiest attempt at thinking of nothing because I am pretty sure the amount in my system had legitimately hit an off switch to all thoughts apart from basic bodily functions necessary for survival.

I felt particularly strange, not at all a feeling I have ever experienced. I have never done yoga whilst Diazepam has been in my system. My movement throughout my flow felt somewhat unnatural which is as expected. But it was the weirdest feeling I have ever experienced in my world of drug experiences. I felt as though I wasn’t in control. As though someone else was in control of my body and mind. That is a feeling I fear the most.

The comparison between a panic attack and yoga on Valium, the two are strangely similar. Not quite in control and slightly possessed. All in all, I’m not the biggest fan. Yesterday was a bizarre day that I hope I won’t have to repeat. It really was nothing I had ever felt before. I can barely remember what I did for the rest of the day too. I find that happens every time I have had to take Diazepam in the past, I struggle to recall information from those particular times.

What are your experiences with Anxiety and Yoga? Have you ever had something similar happen to you? Let me know in the comments below!