Wild Nature Unfiltered

This is how I sometimes feel when I bleed.

Like an artwork of nature

That could break at any moment

Not to be lost

But to fall into Her.

There is so much beauty in delicacy. So much intention in its design. As if there were some secrets of Nature's craftsmanship that She only pulled out of Her sleeve for this one, intricate, delicate, momentous creation.

Delicate Things look like they are Her hobby, the magical products of what She dedicates Herself to only when She has the time, because everything else is sleeping.

Maybe that is why we find so much delicacy in winter.

Such creations are what Her and I will caress with the softest of fingertips, marveling at the immense beauty that even the smallest of them exhibit.

It’s a special kind of beauty and it is honoured by the teary-eyed, endlessly curious glance of wonder and awe.

So, when your body turns inside itself, when your inner winter begins, what love-infused little Wonder of Delicacy can you find in yourself? And can you touch it in awe and reverence?

Can you allow yourself to be the frosted spiderweb, and fall into (your) Nature when you break?

She will catch you.

Text & Photo © Anna Sophia Fink