HerTurningPage
@herturningpage.bsky.social
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.
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.
Thought you might enjoy this find. 😊
November 1, 2025 at 4:01 AM
Thought you might enjoy this find. 😊
Unfolding time.
October 30, 2025 at 2:04 AM
Unfolding time.
Of what I choose to carry
from the knowing of you—
a gentle stirring,
a shimmering vastness
where breath becomes bridge
where stillness
is companion;
a soft, indelible light
a silent presence
with weightless hands;
open, steady, true.
from the knowing of you—
a gentle stirring,
a shimmering vastness
where breath becomes bridge
where stillness
is companion;
a soft, indelible light
a silent presence
with weightless hands;
open, steady, true.
October 25, 2025 at 1:33 AM
Of what I choose to carry
from the knowing of you—
a gentle stirring,
a shimmering vastness
where breath becomes bridge
where stillness
is companion;
a soft, indelible light
a silent presence
with weightless hands;
open, steady, true.
from the knowing of you—
a gentle stirring,
a shimmering vastness
where breath becomes bridge
where stillness
is companion;
a soft, indelible light
a silent presence
with weightless hands;
open, steady, true.
A little seasonal listening pleasure. 😊
October 24, 2025 at 1:14 AM
A little seasonal listening pleasure. 😊
Subtract the noise,
for just a moment,
to let what is real
shine through.
for just a moment,
to let what is real
shine through.
October 23, 2025 at 9:30 PM
Subtract the noise,
for just a moment,
to let what is real
shine through.
for just a moment,
to let what is real
shine through.
Immersed in the soul of her;
warm currents of colour
adorn her sacredness—
Autumnal divinity.
warm currents of colour
adorn her sacredness—
Autumnal divinity.
October 19, 2025 at 10:17 PM
Immersed in the soul of her;
warm currents of colour
adorn her sacredness—
Autumnal divinity.
warm currents of colour
adorn her sacredness—
Autumnal divinity.
The glory of life comes not
from the things we can
command but from the things
that we can reverence.
~ Goethe
from the things we can
command but from the things
that we can reverence.
~ Goethe
October 18, 2025 at 3:11 AM
The glory of life comes not
from the things we can
command but from the things
that we can reverence.
~ Goethe
from the things we can
command but from the things
that we can reverence.
~ Goethe
A moonlit
waterfall
dances
with abandon.
waterfall
dances
with abandon.
October 11, 2025 at 1:46 AM
A moonlit
waterfall
dances
with abandon.
waterfall
dances
with abandon.
Ancient alchemists.
October 9, 2025 at 11:02 PM
Ancient alchemists.
An exquisite intimacy
of colour, of shadow,
of light—
Autumn temple.
of colour, of shadow,
of light—
Autumn temple.
October 3, 2025 at 10:57 PM
An exquisite intimacy
of colour, of shadow,
of light—
Autumn temple.
of colour, of shadow,
of light—
Autumn temple.
As long as autumn lasts, I shall
not have hands, canvas and
colours enough to paint the
beautiful things I see.
~Vincent van Gogh
not have hands, canvas and
colours enough to paint the
beautiful things I see.
~Vincent van Gogh
September 27, 2025 at 11:00 PM
As long as autumn lasts, I shall
not have hands, canvas and
colours enough to paint the
beautiful things I see.
~Vincent van Gogh
not have hands, canvas and
colours enough to paint the
beautiful things I see.
~Vincent van Gogh
Birdsong greetings for a lovely day. 💞
May it be. ✨
May it be. ✨
September 26, 2025 at 1:23 PM
Birdsong greetings for a lovely day. 💞
May it be. ✨
May it be. ✨
Nature
stands
before us
in shades
of effortless
expression.
stands
before us
in shades
of effortless
expression.
September 24, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Nature
stands
before us
in shades
of effortless
expression.
stands
before us
in shades
of effortless
expression.
Had I not created my whole
world, I would certainly have
died in other people’s.
~ Anais Nin
world, I would certainly have
died in other people’s.
~ Anais Nin
September 23, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Had I not created my whole
world, I would certainly have
died in other people’s.
~ Anais Nin
world, I would certainly have
died in other people’s.
~ Anais Nin
The light of love.
September 21, 2025 at 6:05 AM
The light of love.
Mystic tree wisdom.
September 21, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Mystic tree wisdom.
Ancestral sky offering.
September 21, 2025 at 5:02 AM
Ancestral sky offering.
Ethereal
moment
of awe.
moment
of awe.
September 20, 2025 at 12:03 AM
Ethereal
moment
of awe.
moment
of awe.
Sharing a moment spent with this majestic beauty yesterday.
September 13, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Sharing a moment spent with this majestic beauty yesterday.
A homecoming
of seasons;
a harvest
of connection
through quiet
understanding.
Relics of time.
of seasons;
a harvest
of connection
through quiet
understanding.
Relics of time.
September 10, 2025 at 6:08 PM
A homecoming
of seasons;
a harvest
of connection
through quiet
understanding.
Relics of time.
of seasons;
a harvest
of connection
through quiet
understanding.
Relics of time.
So very lovely… reminiscent of one I had taken today. 💞🕊
September 8, 2025 at 10:37 PM
So very lovely… reminiscent of one I had taken today. 💞🕊
As I reflected in my bed
about this day’s event,
of creatures small and great,
you see,
a change I underwent.
I felt apart of something grand,
beyond what I can see.
I felt a part of everything,
and everything of me.
~Kristen L. Marie
Nature’s Lil’l Samaritans:
Book One: The Carpenter Bee
about this day’s event,
of creatures small and great,
you see,
a change I underwent.
I felt apart of something grand,
beyond what I can see.
I felt a part of everything,
and everything of me.
~Kristen L. Marie
Nature’s Lil’l Samaritans:
Book One: The Carpenter Bee
September 6, 2025 at 7:21 PM
As I reflected in my bed
about this day’s event,
of creatures small and great,
you see,
a change I underwent.
I felt apart of something grand,
beyond what I can see.
I felt a part of everything,
and everything of me.
~Kristen L. Marie
Nature’s Lil’l Samaritans:
Book One: The Carpenter Bee
about this day’s event,
of creatures small and great,
you see,
a change I underwent.
I felt apart of something grand,
beyond what I can see.
I felt a part of everything,
and everything of me.
~Kristen L. Marie
Nature’s Lil’l Samaritans:
Book One: The Carpenter Bee
A rendering
of light—
this evenings
lovely sunset.
of light—
this evenings
lovely sunset.
September 3, 2025 at 4:02 AM
A rendering
of light—
this evenings
lovely sunset.
of light—
this evenings
lovely sunset.
It’s only several seconds longer, but here is the whole video. I only just learned that Bluesky has a 3 minute video length limit.
Thank you again for sharing
your voice so candidly. It offered pause. It matters. 🕊
Thank you again for sharing
your voice so candidly. It offered pause. It matters. 🕊
September 3, 2025 at 2:31 AM
It’s only several seconds longer, but here is the whole video. I only just learned that Bluesky has a 3 minute video length limit.
Thank you again for sharing
your voice so candidly. It offered pause. It matters. 🕊
Thank you again for sharing
your voice so candidly. It offered pause. It matters. 🕊