Quiet Pages & Wandering Thoughts

Hello, dear visitor — welcome to Quiet Pages & Wandering Thoughts, a cozy corner where I share life’s whispers, little stories, and all the magic I find in the everyday.

Here, you’ll find soft musings about my world — the ebb and flow of days in Slovenia and in my travel's, the art and stories that fill my heart, and the tiny wonders tucked into quiet moments. Pour yourself a cup of tea, stay as long as you like, and wander with me through these pages.

Whether you’re here to read, reflect, or simply escape, I’m so glad you’ve found your way.

With warmth and whispers in the wind,

September continued to bring both challenges and little joys.

💞 On the weekend of the 7th, my boyfriend wasn’t feeling his best, but we still celebrated our one-year anniversary. Just being together was enough.

🍷 Later that week (Thursday), I hosted lunch with friends. I made a full table of food: cold appetizers (mostly vegetarian for one friend), creamy veggie pasta, and of course, wine. We ended the evening with movies and freshly popped popcorn. (The photo above is from that day ✨)

🎂 A few days later, there were even more birthdays to celebrate:

On 12.09., my boyfriend’s niece turned 3 years old. She was so adorable on her birthday, wearing her little outfit — simply the cutest ✨

On 14.09., we celebrated my boyfriend’s birthday. We spent time together, watched movies, snacked, and just enjoyed each other’s company. I gave him lots of gifts, but the best part for me was seeing his smile — I love his smile so much, it warms my heart every single time. 💕

👭 The following week, I had a much-needed girl’s day with my bestie — just us, spending time together. Around then, my mom’s health wasn’t the best, but thankfully she’s doing okay now, even if still a bit in pain.

🛍️ And just yesterday (23.09.), I went to Graz Shopping City Seiersberg with my brother and his friends. We laughed, shopped, and I even won a toy from a claw machine on my second try! But wow… shopping days make money fly so fast 😅😭

These little moments remind me that life is full of celebrations, even when the weeks feel long.

With love,

The last few weeks have felt heavy. After losing my cat, my friends gave me the space I needed to grieve. I spent quiet days at home, slowly trying to heal. Later, I stayed at my boyfriend’s house — and somehow, being with him made the days feel a little softer, a little easier to carry.

Then came September, and with it, my birthday. On Monday (01.09.2025) I celebrated with my family in a cozy, simple way that filled my heart. That same week was sprinkled with small adventures:

📸 A birthday photoshoot with my bestie (Wednesday).

🏊‍♀️ A day in Ljubljana with friends (Thursday): we swam at Terme Atlantis, then tested our courage in a horror escape room (“Zakleti dvorec”). We got so scared we ran out of time and lost — but we laughed so much.

🍔 We ended the day with McDonald’s, where I ordered a Happy Meal just for the Hello Kitty x Ninja Turtles toy. (Yes, totally worth it!)

From grief to laughter, the week reminded me how life is never just one thing — it’s both heavy and light, pain and joy, endings and beginnings.

With warmth,

Hello, dear friends —

It’s been a while since my last post (11th of August), and I feel I owe you both an apology and an update. Life doesn’t always move in the way we expect, and sometimes the quiet stretches longer than we’d like.

On the 13th of September, my cat passed away. She was hit by a car in a hit-and-run accident, and losing her this way broke something inside me. The past couple of weeks have been heavy — filled with grief, silence, and trying to navigate the little routines of life without her. She was more than just a pet; she was family, a small heartbeat always beside me.

It hasn’t been easy, and I needed some time away to breathe and heal.

Now, I’m slowly finding my way back here. This space has always been one of softness for me, and I’d like it to stay that way — a place to carry both the heavy and the light, the grief and the little joys.

In my next post, I’ll share a little summary of the past weeks — the small moments and quiet adventures that have carried me through.

Thank you for being patient with me. I’m here again, with whispers to share.

With warmth,

I’m back from a week that felt like its own little story — soft days strung together with moments I’ll tuck away for later.

Sunday began with a trip to Rogla Pohorje for Pot med krošnjami — a walk high among the treetops. We were surrounded by nature and curious facts along the way, until it all ended with trampolines and a long slide that made us laugh like kids. ✨

Monday was a date night. I wore something simple but elegant — a navy-blue long dress that hugged my curves just right, silver jewelry glinting softly (a gift from my boyfriend). We went to see a 3D Jurassic World — thrilling, a little scary, with jump scares that had me clutching my seat, and one terrifying mutated dinosaur at the end. Afterward, we lingered over a romantic dinner, still caught between the laughter and adrenaline.

Tuesday took us to Center Ordnung, an astronomy museum, with his nephew in tow. We wandered through constellations and planets, learning small wonders, and stepped into a dark room filled with stars — a little pocket of magic suspended in the quiet.

Wednesday was slower. We built a new kitchen together, then stayed in. I made far too much pizza dough in the morning, so the evening turned into a little feast of all kinds of pizzas. The leftovers became pastries for the next day. The only shadow was that the water still wasn’t working — the plumber’s visit was still somewhere on the horizon.

Thursday was meant for Lovrenška jezera, but the rain came and kept us home.

Friday was swimming at Terme Ptuj. The day was beautiful until an accident in the evening sent us rushing to the hospital. We waited until 2 a.m., tired and worried. I felt so upset at myself and so sorry to my boyfriend for the scare.

Saturday and Sunday closed the week softly — movie nights, cooking at home, cleaning a little here and there. We had a few guests, but mostly we just enjoyed the simple comfort of being together.

It wasn’t all perfect, but maybe that’s the charm — the mix of laughter, quiet, and even the stumbles.

Some moments felt like they would fade, but I think they’ll stay with me — like the way rain clung to the windows, or how the stars looked in that dark room.

"Sometimes a week is more than just days — it’s a map of little worlds you carry inside you."

Today started a bit cloudy, with patches of sun and a gentle sprinkle of rain — the kind of day that feels soft and quiet, even if the world is still moving fast.

I couldn’t get a wink of sleep last night — tossing and turning, my mind busy with the week ahead. But this morning, despite feeling sleepy and a bit tired, there was a spark of excitement. Today marks the beginning of a little vacation with my love ✨.

Yesterday after work, I packed my things, double-checked my bags, and then tried my best to fall asleep — which wasn’t easy at all! 😅

This morning, I lingered a little in bed, stretching slowly before starting the day. I took my dog out for a walk and made sure to give my cat all the attention she demanded.

Just as I was getting ready, my boyfriend called to say he was outside. I practically ran to the door, greeting him with a big hug and a quick kiss.

Today, he even stopped by to visit my parents. They chatted for a good hour or two while I finished getting ready. Then we set off on our little adventure.

Our first stop was to pick up some cups and mugs for the kitchen he built just the day before — errands with a warm, homey feeling. After checking off everything on our list, we drove to his place, holding hands and singing loudly to the music playing in the car 🎶.

Once there, I unpacked, helped out with some small tasks, and we settled into the evening together. There’s something comforting about sharing these quiet moments, the little responsibilities and the laughter in between.

The real adventures start tomorrow — a new week, a new story waiting to unfold.

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“New beginnings are wrapped in the softest clouds.”

a postcard from afar found its way into my hands today—

a delicate fragment of the world,

a quiet whisper from Xinyang, China,

carrying the pulse of an ancient folk tradition, alive in movement, emotion, and ritual.

during the Spring Festival, villagers gather,

each bearing statues that embody their community’s spirit.

they come together in a ritualized contest—

a symbolic challenge where teams express their strength and unity,

a beautiful clash woven from history and heart.

the last statue standing tells a story of victory and resilience.

this moment was captured by Nico, the sender himself—

a frozen breath of energy, color, and culture,

raw and unfiltered.

i’m humbled by the depth and life held in this single frame.

if you’d like to wander further, you can see more of his stories on Instagram @cathay\_blre

This is my quiet comfort tea — something I drink before bed or on soft, slow mornings. It’s refreshing, grounding, and gentle on the body and mind. I make a fresh batch and keep it in the fridge until it's time to enjoy it.

Here’s how I make it:

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🍋 My Cold Tea Recipe:

* 800ml water

* 2 or 3 green tea bags

* 1 whole lemon (freshly squeezed)

* 1 teaspoon honey (or to taste)

Brew the green tea, then let it cool, covered, in the fridge.

Once chilled, squeeze in the lemon, stir in honey, and if needed, add a little extra water.

I usually drink it cold, but it can be gently warmed too on slower days.

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Why I Love It:

Green tea is soothing, rich in antioxidants, and supports a calm focus.

Lemon helps with digestion and clarity.

Honey adds softness — a touch of sweetness for the soul.

But more than that…

this tea is my pause button.

It helps me feel grounded, present, and cozy in my own skin.

It’s not fancy. It’s not trendy.

It’s just mine.

“A small ritual is still a form of magic.”

Monday feels like cool linen against bare skin,

a sleepy stretch and the weight of the world not yet fully awake.

I rose with the sun — early, quiet.

My dog’s soft steps followed me to the door,

and just outside my window, the birds were already singing.

I stepped out, barefoot, to leave them seeds and water.

They chirped like a promise.

Then came motion —

a morning walk, my dog by my side and my cat trailing quietly behind.

At home, I fed my fish and felt the rhythm of caring for small lives.

A short workout, a warm shower, the scent of skin cream and soap.

Then, headphones in — music playing —

and off I went, carried by the bus into the hum of the world.

At work, I watched the city stir —

mornings buzzing, doors opening,

the clink of cups and quiet conversations in the early light.

Later, I returned home to the little rituals that hold the day together:

checking the mailbox, walking the dog again, folding soft laundry.

I waited for a package with the feeling of childhood —

that giddy pause before unwrapping something unknown.

Before night fell, I walked my dog once more and fed them all —

each of my pets, each tiny heartbeat that shares my space.

Then I brewed my comfort.

It’s the taste of quiet.

The taste of coming back to myself.

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Now, I’m here —

a book in hand, wrapped in stillness,

letting the day slip off me like silk.

And through it all,

chatting softly with my loved ones through this little glowing device.

Cat sleeping by my head, dog by my feet

Good night, for today 🌙

“Monday doesn’t have to rush. Let it whisper.”

— Tea 🌿

This weekend has been heavy with heat — the kind that makes everything slow down and stretch like honey.

This morning, before the sun climbed too high, I sat outside with a cup of tea while my boyfriend sipped his coffee beside me. We snuggled into the lounge chair in the backyard, the warmth already settling on our skin. A soft breeze stirred the air, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and the quiet rhythm of summer. His dog, Thor, bounced happily through the garden, full of life and sunlight.

The way the light filtered through the trees reminded me of something I once forgot — maybe the feeling of being held by the moment, or the way time pauses when you're simply content.

After we finished our drinks, we visited his grandma — she’d invited us for lunch and lemonade. We sat with his grandparents, the afternoon unfolding in conversations about life, discoveries, and all the curious things happening in the world. There’s something grounding about listening to older voices — their stories are stitched with both memory and wonder.

Today didn’t ask for much. Just to notice. Just to be.

And I think that’s enough.

— Tea 🌿☀️🍋

“Life is made of moments like this — quiet, soft, and unremarkably perfect.”