Saturday, 11 June 2016

SEA RHYTHM


























































“I want to learn how to speak to anyone at any time 
& make us both feel a little bit better, lighter, richer, 
with no commitments of ever meeting again. 
I want to learn how to stand wherever with whoever and still feel stable. 
I want to learn how to unlock the locks to our minds, my mind, 
so that when I hear opinions or views that don’t match up with mine, 
I can still listen and understand. 
I want to burn up lifeless habits of following maps & to-do lists, 
concentrated liquids to burn my mind & throat
& I want to go back to the way nature shaped me. 
I want to learn to go on well with whatever I have in my hands at the moment
in a natural state of mind,
certain like the sea.

I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea.” 















Thursday, 9 June 2016

Monday, 6 June 2016

TREAD LIGHTLY




















First week of June.
A lightness of being,
 a summery feeling.













The heat subsided for a moment,
but even the darkest clouds radiate light.
I keep hoping for a proper thunderstorm,
but the skies are full of false warnings. 















Time for a holiday soon,
but first it's all about
tackling the remains of odd jobs
& laundry piles,
and jotting down little plans. 












A sense of rest
intensifies amid mundane chores,
wraps itself softly against the skin. 
Butterfly wings
quietly whisper an invitation to adventures. 














Kesäkuun ensimmäinen viikko.
Kevyt olo.
Kesäolo.


Helle taittui hetkellisesti,
mutta synkätkin pilvet säkenöivät valoa.
Turhaan saaanut odotella kunnon ukkosmyrskyä,
taivas täynnä vääriä hälytyksiä. 


Kohta lomalle,
mutta sitä ennen vielä hommien
& pyykkivuoren kuromista,
satunnaisia suunnitelmia muistivihkoon. 
Arkisia askareita,
joiden keskellä levon tunne tihenee,
kietoutuu hellästi ihon ympärille. 
Perhosen siivet kuiskuttavat hiljaa
kutsua seikkailuun. 


































Wednesday, 25 May 2016

PEONY LOVE


















"The white peony is the most fragrant 
& least tolerant of the sun,"
said the smiling lady at the flower stall on the market.

The queen of the garden,
in my opinion.

And always a loving reminder
of my Finnish grandmother, Hellin,
(which means "gentlest" in English,
pretty adorable really).
Her bed of pink peonies
in front of the porch 
of her yellow wooden house
is forever engraved in my memory.
I always felt they were her tenth child.
(Yes, she had nine human ones,
and I now
a gazillion cousins
on my mother's side,
even the toughest guys in the family
with that special attachment to the peony
- to her.) 



x































Sunday, 22 May 2016

Thursday, 19 May 2016

A MORNING IN SPRING

































Mornings unfold
so tenderly these days.
White linen gentle against the skin,
the glorious light
caressing the face.
The sun forms puddles of light on the floor,
where, as we speak, the birch tree outside
is in the midst of a bout of fervent shadowplay. 













I think the seasons 
have a stronger effect on me
than I care to admit.
The spring sun has brought along
an ease, a joy,
a lease of oxygen in the lungs,
a restless itch under the feet.












Within these thick, stone walls,
roses cultivated to perfection quickly wilt
- outside, under the golden rays of the sun
& passing showers of rain,
wildflowers flourish & weave their carpets.




x

























Monday, 16 May 2016

MILANESE PALAZZO













well this home in a16th century palazzo in Milan
made me sigh ooohhh & aaahh...


































Shot by Beppe Brancato,





















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