hold on world, world hold on

friday.
this week has felt so long, the darkness somehow makes time go slower,
 and days seem longer.
sleep is the first thing on my mind but I always find myself dreaming of the weirdest things rather than resting my body and soul. my mind seems to never quiet and want to escape the endless flow of more or less useful thoughts.
listening to plastic ono band, knives from bavaria, and nouvelle vague and drinking cinnamon tea is the best way to spend my friday.
it is becoming more cold day by day, still I struggle to not leave the house in a white summer dress and shorts. 
dreams of dancing in the forest with drums and magical souls, becoming one with the whole universe; here I sit, smelling the roses by my bedside and longing for summer to come back.

winter winds

spent the weekend by the countryside.

harmony with nature and the world around really makes you one with everything.

saturday the sky was full of stars and the moon gloomed as though it had some message.

today the air was misty and the plants were frozen.

winter is coming.

her moves are slow

times are confusing.

the fall is almost gone and I cease to understand how time goes so quickly.

the holiday is close to it's end but I will try to enjoy the last days of freedom with my whole heart.

my thoughts espace to places with flowers, silence and beauty.

I want to travel to the countryside to dance in the fields of lavender, jump in the piles of maple leaves, shout and dance by the oceanside in the cold autumn breeze and sleep in the milkwhite sheets at my grandma's house.

at the beginning of this week we took a one day's voyage with my two soul sisters to the capital city to smell the air and feel the vibes of the city that seems to never sleep. I found a turqoise typewriter at the cutest store ever, but harmfully it wasn't for sale because the owner loved it so much. also the polaroid camera I left at the vintage store keeps calling me and I think I have to go and free it.

keep collecting huge sweaters due to the winter looming in the near future, dreaming of moving to a warmer places where the sun always shines, a city full of flowers and beauty, meditating for hours a day and dancing until the dawn ascends.

right now I am kept on the ground by many rose cups of milk coffee, rufus wainright's agnus dei, the cold autumn air in the morning, and the jasmine candles that light up my whole world.

one love - one heart

magic is in the air.

I am coming more in touch with my inner self,

things are happening and changes are coming.

the moon is enchanting me and I wish I could just sink in to the starry sky.

these days have been very hazy and unclear, and I am coming to notice that

how much my ego and vanity really take control of the mind.

letting go is the first step.

this week my goal is to relax, rest, enjoy and love.

free yourself, live and let love.

stoned soul picnic

days spent with beautiful soul sisters, dancing in the night at running around the shimmering streets.

the moon me to join it and I resist the temptation.

beautiful souls all around, the world filled with love;

a love festival took place in the weekend - 

the people, the atmosphere, the amount of love was incredible.
the night is still young and though being very tired I sit here writing this in candle light, dreaming of a holiday, hoping on some king of transition - my soul is starving for a change, but I yet do not what it is.

photos: wehearit.com

we are daydreamers

fly away and have a beautiful dreamy day.

all this magic from weheartit.com

the time spent dreaming is never lost

sparkling october nights spent in the candle light.

we went to the woods to get a little crazy.

 enchanted by the sun shining between trees, we went around the wonderland,

 dancing in the piles of leaves.

trying to ignore the aches and pains my body is telling me about, and just enjoying life in it's full autumn bloom.

 wish I could escape the bodily reality and just live without caring about these kind of issues.

by the time this is possible, maybe I'll just try to make my mind listen to my body, my head listen to my heart.

photos (c) Wilma Rönkä