Strannik & Otshelnik
Strannik Strannik
I was watching the snow melt this morning and felt the quiet that follows change. It seems like every season has its own whisper—what do you think it says?
Otshelnik Otshelnik
The winter whisper is that silence is a seed, summer’s song is that abundance must be shared, fall reminds us that letting go is a gift, and spring says every ending hides a new beginning.