To an English-speaking ear, Finnish can sound a little blunt. The words do not always arrive wrapped in softness. They are not dressed up or sweetened unnecessarily. Finns tend to say what they mean and mean what they say. There is a plainness to it, a spareness, a certain unvarnished honesty. To some, it can…
Author: Jaana M. H. Jokinen
I’m a proud mother of four grown children and a very grateful nanna to four beautiful grandchildren. My heart is happiest around a table — baking, cooking, and gathering people together for long, laughter-filled dinners.
I find joy in the simple things: a good book, a quiet walk, tracing family roots through genealogy. But what truly stirs my soul is nature, reflective writing, Nordic-inspired living, and the gentle beauty of Christmas and autumn.
Born in Helsinki, Finland, and raised in Melbourne, Australia, I carry both homelands in my heart.
Hope
Have you ever wondered why, in the very worst moments of human history, hope so often seems to rise most clearly? It is one of life’s great mysteries. In the midst of war, natural disasters, sickness, grief, and all manner of human sorrow, when everything appears broken and the future feels uncertain, hope still finds…
I Found It!
When my brother and I were children, we loved playing hot and cold. One of us would hide some small object, and the other would become the hunter, searching, guessing, listening for clues. The closer the hunter came, the louder and more excited the cries would be: “hotter… hotter…” until at last came the triumphant…
Bedtime Story
When I was a little girl, about six years old, living in Helsinki, one of my mother’s dearest friends came to our home for supper. Her name was Eila. She lived nearby and had known our family since before I was born. She belonged to that rare kind of friendship that seems to outlast the…
Timeless Treasures
When I was a little girl living in Finland, I had a friend who was woven deeply into the fabric of my childhood. Her name was Tiina. We lived only a few hundred metres from each other, and we were in the same class at school. Hardly a day seemed to pass without us together….
Wait a Minute
There is something in me that longs to find joy in every single day. I know, of course, that some days make that easier than others. Some arrive carrying lightness, offering up small gifts almost without asking. Others feel heavy from the moment we open our eyes. They ask us to endure more than we…
Wood-smoke and Cinnamon
Finland is beautiful in every season, but autumn has always felt the most personal to me. There is something about it that reaches past the eyes and settles deep in the heart. Summer does not simply end there. It seems to gather all its remaining beauty and leave in one final, breathtaking blaze. The forests…
Treasured Simplicity
Some places do not simply hold memories. They hold parts of us. That is how Finland feels to me. Not only as the country of my birth, but as a place where something deep within me still recognises itself. Even after all these years, even after a lifetime lived elsewhere, there are moments there that…
The Royal Symphony
Some memories do not fade with time. Instead, they settle more deeply within us, waiting quietly until life gives them new meaning. One such memory for me is an evening at the Sydney Opera House, where Peter and I had the privilege of listening to the Sydney Symphony Orchestra perform Pictures at an Exhibition under…
Everyday Moments
I have lived in Australia for most of my life now. As the years pass, I think we all grow used to the world around us. What once may have felt striking or new slowly becomes familiar, and familiarity has a quiet way of softening our attention. The everyday settles around us so completely that…
Apples of Gold 