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Behind the scenes of one of our forthcoming videos, a nordic traditional lullaby from Finland. Instrumentation will be minimal, mostly me singing, my #kantele and flute. Another Autumn video will come first early next week, but I am almost done with this simpler one as well. Song is a lullaby about a bird, the white wagtail. We filmed last weekend with the help of my friends of @costureroreal and @hedac Nuku Nuku Nurmilintu Väsy väsy västäräkki Photo by @alassie Dress by @costureroreal #fairytale #norsepagan #västäräkki #wagtail #lullaby #finnishmusic #quietinthewild #larp #wildwomansisterhood #folklore #folktails #quietinthewild #fairyprincess #renaissance #elvesofinstagram #motacillaalba #autumntowinter #fairytales #faerie (at Urbasa) https://www.instagram.com/p/B48JzY8KIgm/?igshid=1y2efg16npgok
From Autumn Warmth to Winter Reckoning
Written by @RWhiteAuthor There is a season when the world begins to let go gently. Leaves loosen their grip. Light softens. Even grief feels warmer in the amber hush of October. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind lives in that space—the place where loss has arrived but has not yet spoken its full name. The glass in the hand is not escape. It is memory held carefully, like something that might still be saved. Autumn is the season of almost. Almost forgiveness. Almost understanding. Almost peace. In those poems, betrayal is still close enough to touch. The heart turns the past over slowly, searching for the moment things changed, wondering if warmth might still return. The wind carries voices that have not fully faded. And the man at the center of the pages is not yet hardened—only quiet, only listening, only trying to understand how something trusted became something gone. But seasons do not stop for longing. Winter arrives without asking. In Whiskey and the Winter Wind, the softness is stripped away. Snow replaces leaves. Silence replaces memory’s noise. What autumn hinted at, winter declares plainly: some things do not come back. Some doors close without sound. Some friendships end not with anger, but with absence. And yet, winter is not cruelty. Winter is clarity. Cold air sharpens the breath. Bare trees reveal their true shape. The fire inside the room burns brighter because the dark outside is deeper. Here, whiskey is no longer a companion to remembering—it becomes a witness to endurance. The man who sits beside the hearth is no longer searching for answers in the past. He is learning, slowly, how to stand inside what remains. This is the true arc between the two books. Not from happiness to sorrow— but from warmth to truth. From memory to knowledge. From holding on… to holding steady. Autumn asks, Why did this happen? Winter answers, You are still here. And in that quiet answer lives something stronger than comfort. Something older than grief. Something that does not burn out when the fire grows low. Survival. Clarity. The beginning of becoming whole again. 🍂🥃❄️🔥 For those who wish to begin at the first turning of the seasons, Whiskey and the Autumn Wind remains the doorway. Immerse yourself in a world where the warmth of whiskey and the chill of autumn air move together like memory and breath. This collection invites the reader into love remembered, loss accepted, and time passing softly through the hands of a man seated by the fire. Each poem carries the color of fallen leaves, the glow of ember light, and the slow amber hush of bourbon in a quiet room. Guided by the spare, honest spirit of the old masters, the poems offer not escape, but recognition—of nature’s fading beauty, of the past that lingers, and of the stillness that comes when a man learns to sit with both. For anyone seeking calm in a restless world, this is where the journey begins—in autumn warmth, before winter asks its harder questions. Read the full article
Cinnamon Sugar Nails Are the Ultimate Autumn-to-Winter Mani
While I’m a fan of a brand new nail pattern at times (I’m at present obsessive about a mocha manicure), on the subject of winter nail concepts and Christmas nail artwork, I are likely to keep away from these appears to be like altogether. It’s not that I do not love them on different individuals, it is simply that I by no means appear to go well with these over-glittery or assertion manicures…
Winter festivals are more than calendar events; they are opportunities to step into the heart of local traditions. Know more!
Straddling the autumn-winter threshold, mid construction, and willing inclement weather to wait, I turn to persimmons for insight. What?!?! ☞ To access the full post search for "Persimmons & Seasonality" at link in bio (or enter rosslynredux.com/persimmons-seasonality in your browser.) Thanks! #autumntowinter #persimmon #seasonality #winteriscoming #liminality #fuyupersimmon #autumning #snowsoon https://www.instagram.com/p/ClxV_OROaJx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Fall was here Some pleasant weather returned, but the imprints of harsher weather still remain. . . . . . #falltowinter #autumntowinter #winteriscoming #impermanence #mountvernonohio #thevern #knoxcountyohio #ohioweather #autumnvibes #wintervibes #🍁#naturevibes #autumnleaves #autumnleaves🍂 #🍂 #outdoorliving #outdoorart #inthemoment #beautyiseverywhere #fallleaves #fallleaves🍁🍂 https://www.instagram.com/p/CWWJrczpf4l/?utm_medium=tumblr
In transitional times I feel resistance. And in transitional times I feel growth. Can’t wait to see who I am today. . . . . . #autumntowinter #ohio #seasonofthewitch #knoxcountyohio #mountvernonohio #countrylife #naturemoods https://www.instagram.com/p/CWTOE1lAAAg/?utm_medium=tumblr