A Return to Inner Knowing

I tell stories.

Always.

Trolls. Worlds. Magic.

Still have them. Still have the stories.

Radio. Voice. Life in words.

Podcasts. Alive. Free.

And now—poetry.

A quiet listening.

A space to feel.

Read. Pause. Breathe.

What stirs in you?

What wakes?

What remembers?

xoxo

Anna

Poem

A Listening Begins

A quiet stirring…

a question beneath all questions,

calling her inward.

Drinking from Many Wells

Ancient whispers,

many paths,

one remembering—

gathered gently, lived deeply.

Of Earth and Horizon

Born of northern stillness,

carried toward southern light—

a life unfolding between worlds.

The Turning

A moment comes

when the old rhythm no longer fits—

and the heart chooses

a different way of walking.

Seeds in Sacred Ground

What was received

begins to be shared—

spaces created,

paths opened,

others welcomed.

A Return to What Has Always Been

Not something to become,

but something to remember—

a soft unfolding

into truth,

into presence,

into the quiet brilliance within.