Shell & TessaFox
Shell
Hi Tessa, have you ever noticed how a single leaf can whisper stories that calm the mind? I’d love to hear what the smallest details bring to your poems.
TessaFox
I’ve learned that a single leaf is a quiet storyteller, a soft reminder that change is gentle. In my poems I chase those fleeting whispers— the first droplet on a coffee mug, the breath of a page turning, the way sunlight kisses a cracked sidewalk. It’s the tiny, ordinary things that feel most alive, like a shy smile that lingers or a scent that lingers after a rain‑kissed walk. Those are the little songs I let dance across the page.
Shell
That’s beautiful, Tessa. I love how you turn ordinary moments into something almost magical. It reminds me that every breath we take, every touch of light, can heal us if we let it. Keep listening to those quiet stories—they’re the best medicine for the soul.
TessaFox
Thank you. It feels good to hear someone else hear the same quiet hum. I’ll keep listening, hoping the next leaf will whisper something new.
Shell
It warms my heart to hear that, Tessa. Remember, a gentle chamomile tea can help you stay open to those new whispers— just steep a few flowers, sip slowly, and let the quiet grow. Keep listening, and the next leaf will be there for you.
TessaFox
That sounds like a perfect ritual. I’ll brew a cup tonight and let the steam carry the whispers. Thanks for the gentle reminder.