More Myself

I used to think growing older meant moving further away from the girl I once was, but in many ways it has brought me back to her. Getting older has not made me less myself, but more so. More Finnish. More reflective. More aware of time. More tender toward family. More drawn to beauty, memory,…

The Other Way Around

Here Down Under, everything always feels a little bit the other way around. While the northern hemisphere is welcoming Easter in springtime and Christmas in winter, we Australians are doing our own upside-down version of things — Christmas in summer heat, with sunburn, salads, and trips to the beach. Then Easter arrives with cooler mornings,…

Breathing Again

Autumn is my spring. While others come alive with the first blossoms and the lengthening days of spring, I stir awake with the falling leaves — with the crisp bite in the air and the golden hush that settles gently across the world. It’s as though something deep within me has been lying dormant through…

The Sacred Pause

To grow, we must rest. It’s a truth woven deep into the rhythm of life — so obvious in nature, yet so easily forgotten in the noise of our busy days. But the earth remembers. Even the richest soil needs to take a break. Rest is not the end of life — it is part…

Fleeting Moments

In the quiet turning of the seasons, autumn arrives like an artist with a full palette and nowhere to rush. It brushes colour across the landscape in slow, deliberate strokes — amber, rust, crimson, honeyed gold. Each tree becomes its own masterpiece, every leaf catching the light as though it were lit from within. The…

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,…

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…

Harvest Time

I grew up in Helsinki, Finland, in what felt like a very typical Finnish way, with both a winter home and a summer home. When the end of May arrived, our family of six would leave the city behind and move to our summer cottage, where we stayed until autumn crept in and school began…

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…

Sunrise Sunset

Is your favourite season spring — the time of rebirth, daffodils and new beginnings?Or do you prefer summer fields laden with golden flowers, humming bees darting through warm air? Perhaps you are like me and love the shorter, cooler days of autumn, when the trees put on their final, breathtaking display of colour.And yet… isn’t…