Nathalie Fuchs La Source

17/04/2026

The Circle of Life

In the quiet of the night,
The earth hums with ancient sound,
Bound by the stars, we stand as one,
In the circle that holds us, profound.

Through the winds, the voices call,
Of ancestors who walk beside,
Their wisdom etched in every step,
In the rhythm of the earth's tide.

The moon watches, its light a guide,
As we walk the path of the bold,
With hearts entwined, we share the journey,
In stories of strength, untold.

The birds fly high, the spirits soar,
Through the sky, across the land,
Bound by the earth, the sky, the fire,
We walk together, hand in hand.

🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Vera

17/04/2026

My elders said you will always carry two sides inside you.
One wants to react fast.
One wants to stay calm.
One wants revenge.
One wants peace.
One wants to quit.
One wants to prove you can endure.

The real battle is not out there.
It is in your choices.
Every day.
Every message you do not send.
Every door you do not reopen.
Every habit you finally break.

Be like the wolf.
Loyal, but not easy to fool.
Protective, but not reckless.
Quiet, but never weak.

Be like the eagle.
See farther than the drama.
Rise above small people talk.
Move with purpose, not emotion.

If you want your life to change, start here.
Stop feeding what is destroying you.
Stop giving your energy to what does not respect you.
Guard your mind like you guard your family.

This is the teaching.
Discipline is your medicine.

17/04/2026

13/04/2026

Whispers of the Sacred Moon

Beneath the moon's soft, sacred light,
The wolves lay close, the night feels right.
A mother’s warmth, a child’s gentle rest,
In the silence, their spirits are blessed.

The earth hums with ancient song,
Where the wild roam, fierce and strong.
Symbols etched in the fur they wear,
Carrying wisdom beyond compare.

Through the stillness, a bond runs deep,
A promise made, forever to keep.
The stars above and the earth below,
Hold them close, where the winds will blow.

In the shadows, the spirits call,
Echoes of ancestors, standing tall.
Their hearts beat with the rhythm of the earth,
Guiding the wolves from the moment of birth.

The moonlight weaves its light through the trees,
Whispering secrets carried by the breeze.
And in their sleep, the wolves dream on,
In the sacred night, where spirits are drawn.

Artist and storyteller: Aurelia Moon

12/04/2026

The Buffalo's Breath

Two souls stand, side by side,
The moon’s glow wrapping them in warmth,
The buffalo, steady as the earth,
Walks with them, its spirit unbroken.

In the quiet, they find the rhythm,
The balance between night and day,
Between beginnings that are old as time
And endings that do not fade away.

Feathers sway in the wind’s embrace,
Carrying whispers of ancient truth.
The earth below hums softly,
A melody that only they can hear.

In their silence, the world shifts,
The past meeting the future,
Where the dark and light greet each other,
And life and death are woven together.

Each step they take echoes the pulse,
A beat that guides the world,
A reminder that in stillness,
All is understood, all is whole.

12/04/2026

The Wolf and the Moon

In the quiet of a frozen world,
She walks, the moon tracing her steps,
A trail of light in the winter's breath,
The snow beneath soft as ancient promises.

The wolf, silent, walks by her side,
A guardian in the night’s embrace,
Its fur, a reflection of the stars,
A companion in the dance of time.

The butterflies dance in the still air,
Whispers of souls who have passed—
Their wings brushing the edges of memory,
Where life and death meet as one.

Her shawl, deep as the night,
Shimmers in the glow of the moon,
A symbol of the balance she carries—
The beginning and end in every step.

The wind speaks of wisdom,
Of cycles that have no end,
Of the eternal rhythm that guides us all,
Where opposites recognize their home.

In this sacred moment, all is known—
The dance between dark and light,
Where life, death, and all in-between
Find their place in the silence of the soul.

06/04/2026

My father once told me that some prayers are not spoken with words. They rise from a tired heart, through wounded hands, and into the sky where pain becomes something the spirit can carry.

01/04/2026

The old ways taught us
to listen to the land.

The new world teaches us
to ignore it.

The old ways taught patience.
The new world demands speed.

But something inside you
still remembers.

26/03/2026

Moonlight lays a path across the water,
and he stands still enough to hear it.

The eagle cuts through the dark like a message.
The wolf waits with loyal patience.
The horse keeps its breath steady,
as if guarding a prayer.

This is not loneliness.
This is connection.

When the world gets loud,
we return to what is older than noise.
Sky. River. Animal. Spirit.
And the quiet truth that we still belong.

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