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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It's the little things
November 17, 2025 at 7:26 PM
It's the little things
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Real love is not self-centering.
It’s not about who hurts more or who speaks louder, it’s about presence, reciprocity, and humility before each other’s inner worlds. Love is energy in motion, an alchemy of two frequencies learning how to coexist.
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Real love is not self-centering.
It’s not about who hurts more or who speaks louder, it’s about presence, reciprocity, and humility before each other’s inner worlds. Love is energy in motion, an alchemy of two frequencies learning how to coexist.
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November 14, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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Real love is not self-centering.
It’s not about who hurts more or who speaks louder, it’s about presence, reciprocity, and humility before each other’s inner worlds. Love is energy in motion, an alchemy of two frequencies learning how to coexist.
ㅤ
Real love is not self-centering.
It’s not about who hurts more or who speaks louder, it’s about presence, reciprocity, and humility before each other’s inner worlds. Love is energy in motion, an alchemy of two frequencies learning how to coexist.
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Pastel 2010. Weeds on the edge of Glentress forest . Light in front, darkness behind.
November 14, 2025 at 1:29 PM
Pastel 2010. Weeds on the edge of Glentress forest . Light in front, darkness behind.
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November bloom -
hope despite
hope despite
November 13, 2025 at 7:58 PM
November bloom -
hope despite
hope despite
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the powers that be are an illusion. the true power is in the birdsong and shifting clouds and in the challenges of light and dark. it is a constant turning of desires and of return. the night inverted shows threads woven there, which when pulled leave a space, in which you will find the dream keys.
November 14, 2025 at 8:24 AM
the powers that be are an illusion. the true power is in the birdsong and shifting clouds and in the challenges of light and dark. it is a constant turning of desires and of return. the night inverted shows threads woven there, which when pulled leave a space, in which you will find the dream keys.
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This.
I spent a lot of time marveling at the sky today. I was blessed with mackerel clouds, a pastel sunset and the aurora. What makes you happy?
#whatmakesyouhappy #This #MotherEarth #PoetryOfNature #aurora #BlueTue
I spent a lot of time marveling at the sky today. I was blessed with mackerel clouds, a pastel sunset and the aurora. What makes you happy?
#whatmakesyouhappy #This #MotherEarth #PoetryOfNature #aurora #BlueTue
November 12, 2025 at 3:21 AM
This.
I spent a lot of time marveling at the sky today. I was blessed with mackerel clouds, a pastel sunset and the aurora. What makes you happy?
#whatmakesyouhappy #This #MotherEarth #PoetryOfNature #aurora #BlueTue
I spent a lot of time marveling at the sky today. I was blessed with mackerel clouds, a pastel sunset and the aurora. What makes you happy?
#whatmakesyouhappy #This #MotherEarth #PoetryOfNature #aurora #BlueTue
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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
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hope
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![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