Photography (c) S.K. Lumen
On the road... summer... blue skies and freedom.
She was one with the wilderness, a fairy child of the misty, savage mountains with a heart that belonged to neither earth, sky nor man. // Jun.’19.
Nothing is as healing as a reunion with the primordial embrace of nature. Every time I take a walk through hills and forests, I’m reminded how vast this world is. How a patch of earth beneath our feet is an entire ecosystem of lifeforms, a microcosmos unfolding everywhere around us. | 23.05.2019.
Where I feel most at home. | 23.05.2019.
Busy bee dancing over sunlit flowers. | 23.05.2019.
I don’t want anything but to withdraw into a little mountain cabin for 3 months, reading books by candlelight, drawing and writing, listening to the choir of crickets at sunset while sipping tea. Away, away from all the noise. None of this matters. The only thing that matters is following the path that makes your heart feel light.
11.08.2016. this misty grey morning carries the feel of childhood memories, the profound quiet of innocence. the mist-drenched skies seem to hang over everything like a silencing blanket. ssshh, it says, step outside yourself and return to yourself. relax into your being. there is no pressure to exist. early autumn always smells like purity, like being reborn.