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 A Soft Place to Land

There are moments when the world feels just a little too loud.
So, I made a picture of a place I’d rather be.

Not somewhere real, at least, not in the traditional sense. But a quiet little village, wrapped in springtime light, where the breeze is gentle and the weight I’m carrying feels lighter somehow. In my mind, I’ve ridden a bike here. My thoughts trailing behind me like ribbons, streaming loose in the wind. And now I’m still, breathing it all in.

This is what I do when things start to feel too full.
I find a still moment, and I make it visual.

Sometimes I think I feel too much. I absorb things I don’t always know what to do with. People’s joys, heartaches, the unspoken in-between. It settles in my bones before I even realize it. And while I love being someone others turn to, there are days when I feel a little lost in it. Like I’ve wandered too far from my own center.

So I create these little spaces in Second Life. Not just for the picture...but for the pause. For the untangling. For the reminder that I’m allowed to take up space in my own mind. That I can set down what I’m carrying...even for a moment, and just be.

This image was shaped by that feeling. A little escape. A deep breath. The kind of softness that asks for nothing but your presence. Fleetwood Mac was playing as I built the scene; something about the way their music drifts and circles, never in a rush to land, just hovering there in the space between melancholy and magic. It felt like the soundtrack to my own quiet realignment.

I’ve tried creating from obligation before, blogging for deadlines, styling for the sake of it....but the truth is, if the feeling isn’t there, the photo doesn’t speak. I need connection. I need meaning. Otherwise, it’s just decoration.

So this is me, choosing feeling over form.
Stillness over noise.
And remembering that not every journey requires moving.
Sometimes, you just need to stand still in a place that lets you come back to yourself.


With softness and a little Stevie Nicks soul,
🌸 Fearyn x

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