Fairytale with an empty heart

Sometimes it’s challenging to fill the emptiness with the words. Thanks to the tender look under the magnifying glass we will notice that the emptiness…


The stars in the wild strawberries grow silently.

And perhaps Love?

And perhaps Love can only happen partially and hence it keeps looking for nestling into another part?

The art of moving

There was once a Kingdom in the Valley, a Beautiful Mountain and a Whispering Boy. And all of the beautiful stories worth sharing that one…

And from Mr Hare

And from Mr Hare I learn to keep my chins (or rather ears) up. Good heavens crunch right above our heads.