Some years ago, while getting ready for what seemed like just another ordinary day, a breakfast television interview caught my attention. Lisa Marie Presley was speaking about music, her struggle with addiction, and the memories she carried of her father, Elvis Presley. Because Lisa Marie was born around the same time as I was, and…
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.
White Christmas
My family and I were living in Savitaipale, a small country town in eastern Finland, near the Russian border and the place my paternal grandfather’s family came from. The closer Christmas came, the quieter everything became. In Finland, people wish each other joulurauhaa, Christmas peace, and there is something about a Nordic Christmas that truly…
Childhood Home
Written by Jaana M. H. JokinenTold by my mother, Mirja AnneliSeptember 1949, Kallio, Helsinki, Finland Slowly but surely, the days were growing colder and darker. School had started again, and autumn had arrived. I have always been a summer person, so even as an eight-year-old, I was not at all pleased by the changing season….
Changing Seasons
The seasons come and the seasons change. Time keeps moving, steady and unrelenting. Life can feel long when we are walking through it, yet deep down we know it is not endless. The last days of summer, of youth, of early strength and lightness, are behind me now. They belong to another chapter, another self,…
Homesickness
I was struck by a feeling of homesickness this afternoon. Most of the time, I move through my life without feeling it too sharply, but every now and then it comes over me with such force that it stops me in my tracks. Being Finnish-Australian, I try to weave small threads of Finland into my…
Fabric of Life
When you look at the fabric of your life so far, what colours do you see woven through it? Which shades have been the most dominant? What patterns have emerged in the tapestry of your days? If every experience has been a stitch in the intricate fabric of your life, then how have you been…
The Fire
Written by Jaana M. H. JokinenTold by my grandmother, Hilja MariaMarch 1913, Joroinen, Finland It was a cold early spring day in Joroinen, in Northern Savonia in the eastern part of Finland, where my family lived. Joroinen is often called the “Paris of Savonia”, because in the 1700s the noblemen there mainly spoke French. Even…
Light Mind
Being originally from Finland, yet living in Australia, I have often been asked what a Finnish sense of humour is like. If you are Finnish, you would understand immediately just how difficult that is to explain. Customs can be explained. Beliefs can be described. But humour is something far more elusive. It lives between the…
Second Chance
This year, I have found myself in circumstances I would not wish on anyone. Circumstances that have shaken me, humbled me, and brought me to a place of deep reflection. Yet it is often in life’s most painful and unwanted moments that we are forced to stop, to truly look, and to learn what perhaps…
Escape
The tougher life becomes, the more I find myself daydreaming of escape. The dictionary tells me that escape means “to get free from something”, and there are days when that definition feels almost painfully simple. If only getting free were as easy in real life as it is on a computer keyboard. We press the…
Apples of Gold 