In the quiet wild

of my imagination,

the landscape

of my mind blooms.

Letters from the secret garden

• January
  Light. Surfaces. Winter air. Nature. The not rushing. I observe the outside world while I stay still. I love it here in the secret garden, where all I hear are birds, grasses, and the wind. It’s that kind of noise that lets my thoughts settle. Nothing asks anything of me. If I sit still longContinue reading “January”
• the treshold
  I am sitting on the threshold. The past is already dissolving behind me. There is no point in looking back. In front of me lies a misty vastness, mysterious and unknown. I’ll have to step further. But what do I want? Who am I? I have never been here before, not even in my dreams.Continue reading “the treshold”
• about pausing
  This past summer wasn’t just another season for me. Slowing down touched every layer of my world, from the way I create to the way I see and move through my days. In August, I stepped away from everything for a while. No plans, no deadlines. I needed to pause… I have learned my limitsContinue reading “about pausing”

It takes courage to be a rare bird.

I am part forest, part moonlight,

a spirit caught between worlds.

-nightdale