HerTurningPage
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There is sacred intimacy
in nature;
an organic force
that endeavours
to waken
its reflection
in you…
Welcome.🕊Images and writings are my own unless quoted or referenced otherwise.
Love has no labels.
in nature;
an organic force
that endeavours
to waken
its reflection
in you…
Welcome.🕊Images and writings are my own unless quoted or referenced otherwise.
Love has no labels.
Pinned
The inner life has its soft and
gentle beauty; an abstract
formlessness as well as a
subtle charm.
~Virginia Woolf
gentle beauty; an abstract
formlessness as well as a
subtle charm.
~Virginia Woolf
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Autumn colors on ninebark plant. Probably mallow ninebark (Physocarpus malvaceus). Inland Pacific Northwest.
#photography #autumn
#photography #autumn
November 7, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Autumn colors on ninebark plant. Probably mallow ninebark (Physocarpus malvaceus). Inland Pacific Northwest.
#photography #autumn
#photography #autumn
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There are brains down there, ones our own brains aren’t shaped to see. Root plasticity, solving problems and making decisions. Fungal synapses. What else do you want to call it? Link enough trees together, and a forest grows aware.”💚
― Richard Powers, The Overstory
#ForestFriday
#EastCoastKin
― Richard Powers, The Overstory
#ForestFriday
#EastCoastKin
November 7, 2025 at 9:05 PM
There are brains down there, ones our own brains aren’t shaped to see. Root plasticity, solving problems and making decisions. Fungal synapses. What else do you want to call it? Link enough trees together, and a forest grows aware.”💚
― Richard Powers, The Overstory
#ForestFriday
#EastCoastKin
― Richard Powers, The Overstory
#ForestFriday
#EastCoastKin
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love and do not fear and all will be given. the fierceness of our love is its divinity. the sharing of this love is a blessing for the wee green things, which tremble when touched with light, and grow. this world is a treasure.
November 7, 2025 at 7:36 AM
love and do not fear and all will be given. the fierceness of our love is its divinity. the sharing of this love is a blessing for the wee green things, which tremble when touched with light, and grow. this world is a treasure.
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“At the still point of the turning world.”
—T. S. Eliot, Collected Poems
Sept. 26, 1888–Jan. 4, 1965
© Moonrise by Saskia Boelsums
—T. S. Eliot, Collected Poems
Sept. 26, 1888–Jan. 4, 1965
© Moonrise by Saskia Boelsums
November 7, 2025 at 12:17 AM
“At the still point of the turning world.”
—T. S. Eliot, Collected Poems
Sept. 26, 1888–Jan. 4, 1965
© Moonrise by Saskia Boelsums
—T. S. Eliot, Collected Poems
Sept. 26, 1888–Jan. 4, 1965
© Moonrise by Saskia Boelsums
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November 7, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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November is stillness;
a breath that carries
the space between
she is the root of rest;
the soft hum beneath creation
when the world sings loud.
a breath that carries
the space between
she is the root of rest;
the soft hum beneath creation
when the world sings loud.
November 6, 2025 at 2:13 AM
November is stillness;
a breath that carries
the space between
she is the root of rest;
the soft hum beneath creation
when the world sings loud.
a breath that carries
the space between
she is the root of rest;
the soft hum beneath creation
when the world sings loud.
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November 6, 2025 at 1:06 AM
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I need something I love, roses don't speak vulgarity nor politics.
They are silent, free and in their space they always sprouts a breathless glow of joy...
my📸
They are silent, free and in their space they always sprouts a breathless glow of joy...
my📸
November 5, 2025 at 5:48 AM
I need something I love, roses don't speak vulgarity nor politics.
They are silent, free and in their space they always sprouts a breathless glow of joy...
my📸
They are silent, free and in their space they always sprouts a breathless glow of joy...
my📸
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'Nothing is more miraculous, comrades, and more fully aligned with the living divine, than radical authenticity.'
October 16, 2025 at 5:35 AM
'Nothing is more miraculous, comrades, and more fully aligned with the living divine, than radical authenticity.'
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word of the day:
hope
💫
hope
💫
![Hope is a passion for the possible.
~Søren Kierkegaard
[photo by UH]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:radq5ea3mto23ckpk7qe4j4v/bafkreiaflwacvxuwcxhjoh3c4337xnq3ncbjz4smcjjj5ogf3poee5cnnq@jpeg)
November 5, 2025 at 3:03 AM
word of the day:
hope
💫
hope
💫
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Kaljo Põllu, Home Of The Sun (1984)
November 1, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Kaljo Põllu, Home Of The Sun (1984)
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“Listening closely is one of the most valuable gifts we can give to another human being.”
Dave Isay
Dave Isay
November 1, 2025 at 3:07 PM
“Listening closely is one of the most valuable gifts we can give to another human being.”
Dave Isay
Dave Isay
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Things are not as easily understood nor as expressible as people usually would like us to believe. Most happenings are beyond expression; they exist where a word has never intruded.
~Rainer Maria Rilke,
Letters to a Young Poet
~Rainer Maria Rilke,
Letters to a Young Poet
October 31, 2025 at 5:19 AM
Things are not as easily understood nor as expressible as people usually would like us to believe. Most happenings are beyond expression; they exist where a word has never intruded.
~Rainer Maria Rilke,
Letters to a Young Poet
~Rainer Maria Rilke,
Letters to a Young Poet
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The Crossing.
#TheCrossing #ForestThreshold #LightAndShadow #LiminalPath #NaturePoetry #WoodlandMystery #AtmosphericDepth #QuietPower #BlueskyNature
#TheCrossing #ForestThreshold #LightAndShadow #LiminalPath #NaturePoetry #WoodlandMystery #AtmosphericDepth #QuietPower #BlueskyNature
October 31, 2025 at 8:45 AM
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there is no danger in beauty. it is a token of nothing yet full, yet slips through your hand, yet grasps you as it goes down. it is that touch, that knowing, which does not need to be kept, for it already is. like the green of the day, like the light that topples above, as a new day comes.
October 31, 2025 at 6:28 AM
there is no danger in beauty. it is a token of nothing yet full, yet slips through your hand, yet grasps you as it goes down. it is that touch, that knowing, which does not need to be kept, for it already is. like the green of the day, like the light that topples above, as a new day comes.
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the hallowed seam
October 31, 2025 at 11:49 AM
the hallowed seam
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To dare is the spark of rebellion against the given.
To apply the dare as the question itself—
to let your breath rewrite the limits of what can be touched.
The true daring is silent.
It happens in the marrow—
when the will bows to the unknown
and calls it a companion.
#Revolt
To apply the dare as the question itself—
to let your breath rewrite the limits of what can be touched.
The true daring is silent.
It happens in the marrow—
when the will bows to the unknown
and calls it a companion.
#Revolt
October 31, 2025 at 3:41 PM
To dare is the spark of rebellion against the given.
To apply the dare as the question itself—
to let your breath rewrite the limits of what can be touched.
The true daring is silent.
It happens in the marrow—
when the will bows to the unknown
and calls it a companion.
#Revolt
To apply the dare as the question itself—
to let your breath rewrite the limits of what can be touched.
The true daring is silent.
It happens in the marrow—
when the will bows to the unknown
and calls it a companion.
#Revolt
Unfolding time.
October 30, 2025 at 2:04 AM
Unfolding time.
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