I begin rolling over farmland and fields of grass and hay, towards the dream that is the fiords, not quite convinced that the dream is a reality… Read more “My Fiordland Story”
Author: yoginihannah
Living Your Moment
Something has been changing within me… The last time I felt this way it was thanks to my surroundings, the people I was meeting and spending my… Read more “Living Your Moment”
i am in love with a mountain town
I am in love with this city, and that is why i must leave. I don’t expect anyone to understand. I don’t want anyone to ask who,… Read more “i am in love with a mountain town”
Journal Free Write Tidbits
I am the waves of the sea, The strongest, tallest trees. I am the sand that holds the soles of your feet. You are the cry of… Read more “Journal Free Write Tidbits”
How to Breakthrough
I recently fell into a slump. For smoke-covered weeks, lost in a blanket of confusion. A sort of numbness shielded me away from my usual wholesome vibration.… Read more “How to Breakthrough”
the Happiness + the Hardness
I tend to flip back a handful of pages in my notebook every now and then, in search of hidden gems or small reminders. Quite often what… Read more “the Happiness + the Hardness”
You Love More, The More You Give
There is three things that are very prominent for me this morning. Circling around my mind. So I’ll start here, 1. We cannot ask, nor expect, someone… Read more “You Love More, The More You Give”
Fuck “Security”
There are nights where i question everything i have chosen. Nights where you start to regret what was said, and what never was. It is easy to… Read more “Fuck “Security””
At My Deepest Breath
It is breathtaking, how much love can be created and shared, when we take time for ourselves. Without the expectation to be anything BUT ourselves, not anything… Read more “At My Deepest Breath”
Presence – A Poem – sort of
Drink Yourself In. Encourage yourself. Feel the body pour forward, Diving into what you are currently participating in. Dive into where you are. Pour yourself into the… Read more “Presence – A Poem – sort of”
