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12/10/2026

The Power of Silence.

There are days when the world is too noisy.

Words intertwine, thoughts collide, screens demand their share of attention. And somewhere in the middle of all that noise, I search for a space where I can breathe.

That is when silence calls to me.

When I choose to be quiet, the sounds of the outside world begin to fade. And the whispers within, timid at first, begin to make themselves heard.

My heart has things to tell me. But it only speaks in silence.

In silence, I find myself again. The person I am when no one is watching.

🌀 Full story on Substack

EN :
https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/power-of-silence
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/pouvoir-du-silence
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/sessizligin-gucu

26/09/2026

Harvest Moon.

In September, the light changes without us really knowing when it begins.

The sun sets earlier behind the hills. The evenings still hold the warmth of the day, but the air already carries a gentle coolness.

In the gardens, branches bend beneath the weight of their fruit.

The earth has given all summer, and now it slowly begins to return what it has carried.

When the Harvest Moon rises, it seems to arrive with that same slowness.

As if it had come to see what the season has made of us.

Some harvests are visible. Others remain quiet.

A decision we would not have dared to make a few months ago. A strength we did not know we possessed.

And some dreams still need a little more time.

🌕 Full story on Substack

EN: https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/harvest-moon
FR: https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/lune-des-moissons
TR: https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/hasat-ayi

23/09/2026

Paktağan.

Everything that had to ripen has ripened.

Saya Han can now withdraw.
His work is complete.

Another guardian appears on the horizon.

Baktı Han.

He is the guardian of abundance that is harvested, gathered and transformed.

What ripens must be gathered.

And while the harvest is being brought in,
the Yer İye, the guardian spirits of the earth,
begin their descent toward the underworld.

Layer by layer,
they travel toward the realm of Erlik Khan,
where nothing is lost.

Everything is kept.
And everything will be returned.

🌿Full story on Substack

EN: https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/paktagan
FR: https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/paktagan
TR: https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/paktagan

08/09/2026

The Earth Element.

I am sitting in a clearing bathed in the soft light of the sun.

Majestic oaks rise like ancient guardians,
their branches reaching toward the sky,
their roots plunging into the depths
where the memory of the world resides.

I take my shamanic drum.

Its first deep beat resonates
like the echo of the heart of Mother Earth herself.

Boom… boom… boom.

Little by little, your feet become roots.

They sink into the earth,
weaving an unbreakable bond
with the trees, the underground rivers,
and the beating heart of the planet.

A whisper reaches you through the vibration of the drum:

You are home. You are rooted.

🌀 Full story on Substack

EN: https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/earth-element
FR: https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/element-terre
TR: https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/toprak-elementi

28/08/2026

Sturgeon Moon.

Tonight, I stand at the water’s edge.
The sea breathes softly, its waves caressing the shore with infinite tenderness.

And the moon begins to disappear.

It veils itself.
It transforms.

Like everything that lives,
everything that flows,
everything that dares to change.

Beneath the water, the sturgeons continue their journey.

They move forward.
They transform.
They accept that nothing is permanent.

And I understand:

change is the only constant.

🌕 Full story on Substack

EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/sturgeon-moon
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/lune-esturgeon
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/mersin-balg-ay

23/08/2026

Cygnus.

There are constellations that do more than shine.
They seem to glide above us, silent and immense,
as if watching over our memories.

In the middle of the Milky Way,
wings wide open,
the Swan moves through the darkness
with infinite grace.

At the end of this celestial journey,
Deneb still shines.

Constant.
Faithful.
A light that crosses the ages
without ever losing its brightness.

And sometimes,
a star reminds us of someone
whose presence has become a point of light in our own sky.

Thank you, Inci.

✨ Full story on Substack

EN: https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/cygnus-constellation
FR: https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/constellation-du-cygne
TR: https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/kugu-takmyldz

12/08/2026

The Perseids.

There are nights when the sky remembers it is alive.

At first, one shooting star.
Then another.
And suddenly, the whole sky ignites with streaks of light,
as if someone, somewhere,
were pouring tears of fire onto the earth.

These are the tears of Perseus.

Because sometimes,
beauty is so intense
it can only escape as tears of light.

✨ Full story on Substack

EN: https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/perseids
FR: https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/perseides
TR: https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/perseidler

05/08/2026

Blooming takes time.

Seeds sleep in darkness,
wrapped in cold earth.

They cannot see the sun.
They do not know when the rain will come.

And yet, they wait.

Without impatience.
Without doubt.

They know their time will come.
Not before.
Not after.
At the right moment.

Patience is not the absence of movement.
It is the invisible movement
of everything preparing to bloom.

🌀 Full story on Substack

EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/blooming-in-patience
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/eclore-dans-la-patience
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/sabrla-cicek-acmak

29/07/2026

The Buck Moon.

Tonight, nature seems to be waiting,
suspended in an almost palpable stillness.

The moon rises slowly above the forest,
casting a silver light
over every leaf and blade of grass.

In this light,
I feel the presence of the deer.
Invisible, yet watchful,
deep within the forest.

Under the Buck Moon,
I feel the quiet strength of the wild
and the deep connection
that unites all living beings.

🌕 Full story on Substack

EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/buck-moon
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/lune-du-cerf
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/geyik-ay

22/07/2026

The Four Elements.

Close your eyes.
Breathe deeply.
Open your heart.

Can you hear my drum
beating in the depth of your chest?
A primal rhythm, ancient and timeless.

It is the rhythm of Earth, Water, Air and Fire.

Earth roots you.
Water teaches you to feel.
Air opens the mind.
Fire awakens intuition.

Together, they form the sacred circle
of your inner balance.

🥁 Full story on Substack

EN: https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/four-elements
FR: https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/quatre-elements
TR: https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/dort-element

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