• Hannah Telluselle

Living carefully

Soft steps, soft touch and slowing down, I am treading Mother Earth more gently now. Her wind carries my prayer and the ground started to thaw. More kinds of birds gather to settle down, since the increased daylight has brought them back here. Filled with hope, they sing. Perhaps, even I can move soon.

Winter is a time of death, but also of rest, for getting ready for spring and planting new seeds. Seeds of ideas, of projects, of building and of creativity.


I dance at sunset, to the songs of nature far away, but close in my heart. Memories fill me with gratitude and longing, with inspiration.


Soon, world.

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