A quiet journal by Hannah about gentle wake-ups, face massage, and the small practices that hold a day together. Written from a small flat in Tallinn.
Recent entries
Three minutes of face massage before tea. Sounds small. Has, over a year, changed how I arrive at the day.
I held my jaw for thirty-six years before noticing. A small, daily, almost-massage that has changed the way my face wakes up.
The roller is not the point. The point is the ten minutes I now spend with my own face before I look at anyone else's.
Most morning routines stop at the brain. Mine starts at the feet and moves up. Notes from six months of trying to wake up downward.