Instagram story viewer> @estellariewinters> Posts

Ekaterina-Stella Lumiste

@estellariewinters

1K

followers

329

following

poetry | meetings | lifestyle
⭑ comparative philosophy student
⭑ writing silence into luxury
🩶.

POSTS STORIES REELS TAGGED

Download All

there is something beautiful about meeting the same person again and again, and finding that you are not quite the same each time.

with every meeting, i find myself a little more willing to be seen.

this time, i didn’t need to be there from beginning to end to leave feeling full.

i left with peace.
with gratitude.
with the feeling that sometimes a moment can be enough.

i told lana this was my fourth time meeting her, and that i still get nervous.

i said it out loud, but i think i was really saying it to myself.

because my voice does sound a little more certain around her now.

this time, i let myself take up a little more space.
to say what i wanted to say.
there was one moment i know i’ll carry with me for a long time,
and the softness in her eyes afterwards.

maybe that is what this has been for me all along:

a process.

learning to be a little braver.
learning that being gentle with someone else doesn’t mean making myself smaller.

learning to stay close to a moment
without asking it to become anything more than what it is.

and maybe that is enough for now.

i don’t need these words to become anything else.

i just wanted to leave them here,
simply because they exist.

🩶. @lanaparrilla taken in ExCeL London by @estellariewinters

151

20

2 months ago

"what could happen in three days in london?"

i remember thinking that when i first planned the trip.

i treated it like a little holiday – a change of scenery, a new city to wander through, and a chance to see my favorite person { @lanaparrilla }

three days.
nothing more.

but london became something entirely my own.

just me and a city i explored on foot, as much as three days would allow.

i felt it from the very first moment i saw london through the airplane window.

i remember thinking that it feels like i’m in a movie.

and then, somehow, everything became quiet.

no background noise.
no constant need to rush.
no need to think ten steps ahead.

london gave me permission to slow down.

to stop.
to breathe a little deeper.

i felt safe.
people were incredibly kind.
and i was simply there.

somewhere along those streets, i stopped trying to hold on to things that were never mine to hold.

everything around me was simply happening –
and i didn’t need to control it.

i could just exist in the world
and let the world exist around me.

and maybe that was the part that changed me the most.

i came home feeling a little different.
a little lighter.
a little more open to whatever comes next.

somehow, london became a place i loved before i even realized it.

a city that used to be nothing more than a point on a map
became something quietly alive inside me.

three days.

and then there was the airport,
a new diary,
and a few unfinished pages written on my lap before the flight home.

maybe some things don’t need to be written all the way to the end.

three days were over.

but something in me had quietly shifted. ☽ taken in London, United Kingdom by @estellariewinters

80

7

2 months ago

london… oh, london.

you arrived quietly, and somehow, everything fell into place.
a love so sincere and real that, when it was over, there was nothing left but stillness and peace.

i’ll leave these moments here – like a quiet breath before the next chapter begins.

thank you, london. for finding me when you did.
✨🎡🩶 taken in London by @estellariewinters

76

10

2 months ago

☁️: есть люди, после которых зал звучит иначе.
не громче – глубже.
как будто пространство наконец вспоминает,
что оно тоже часть движения.

и ты начинаешь замечать детали, которые обычно растворяются:
как оседает пыль после репетиции,
как свет задерживается на полу чуть дольше нормы,
как тело продолжает движение даже в паузе.

в работе с такими людьми важным становится не только результат, но и сам процесс.
то, как он собирается из повторений, из точности, из маленьких поправок,
из момента, когда вдруг «получилось» без объяснений.

иногда достаточно одного взгляда,
чтобы движение стало собраннее.
иногда – одного слова,
чтобы лишнее исчезло без усилия.

и в этом есть особый профессиональный ритм:
без лишнего шума,
без демонстративности,
но с очень точным ощущением формы.

поэтому когда всё заканчивается,
остаётся не только усталость или результат.
но и ощущение настроенного пространства,
продолжающего удерживать тебя в этой собранности ещё некоторое время.

пожалуй, самое редкое – это когда человек не просто учит двигаться,
а меняет то, как ты начинаешь слышать себя.

и когда зал пустеет,
оставляя сцену под последними софитами,
только ты знаешь, откуда всё это рождается.
.
.

– { @nadezdasljusarenko } ♡ by @estellariewinters

43

5

3 months ago

иногда всё выглядит так, будто мир на секунду перестаёт шуметь,
и в этой паузе остаётся только сцена.
но не как место, а как состояние:
невесомое, бережное, почти тихое.

я стою в нём так, как стоят в доме,
который становится частью тебя.
незаметной, необходимой, неотделимой.
как подпись в книге,
без которой история не замыкается.

и я снова здесь.
между тем, что я думаю о себе,
и тем, что делаю,
не успевая усомниться.

страх приходит первым.
«я недостаточно хороша, чтобы быть здесь».
и всё же ответ никогда не звучит вслух.
он происходит движением, шагом, выходом.

иногда достаточно просто обнять свой страх
и сделать то, что ещё минуту назад казалось невозможным,
чтобы понять, что это уже не подвиг,
а способ дышать.

сцена видит всё.
убитые колени, усталость, паузы,
которые никто не замечает.
и всё равно держит.
так, как умеет только она.

она не забирает.
она оставляет.
оставляет понимание, что сколько бы раз ты ни выходила,
ты всё равно не знаешь, на что способна, пока не сделаешь шаг.

иногда всё начинается с простого.
с момента, когда страх запечатывает тело,
и остаётся лишь один выход –
выйти из клетки, созданной мыслями.
ведь идеальность мертва,
а сердце – бьётся.

ещё один год завершён.
через слёзы, неуверенность, сообщения тренеру «я ухожу» и закрытую тишину после них.

в этом году было много внутренней тишины.
порой крайне много, чтобы сразу назвать её словами.
я смотрела на себя со стороны и не всегда узнавала движения, в которых когда-то жила уверенность.
и всё же я возвращалась каждый раз перед залом или выходом на сцену в одно и то же место где-то в глубине души.

и в этом было всё, что нужно, чтобы остаться.

всё, что было болью, не исчезает.
оно меняет форму,
оставаясь внутри сцены и внутри меня.

здесь – моя боль и моя сила.
здесь – мой дом.

спасибо, антрее. ☽ 15.05.2026 by @estellariewinters

73

4

5 months ago

the novel remains unfinished. and in this incompleteness lies not a conclusion but an opening.
we are always, like the dance itself, in the middle – between falling and rising, between ending and beginning, between who we were and who we are becoming.
the dance does not conclude; it simply stops, leaving us to continue the movement on our own.

being unfinished is not a flaw. it is what it means to be alive. and to be alive means you never really stop BECOMING.

#unfinishednovel #antreedance by @estellariewinters

46

5

5 months ago

there is a place where the depth of a moment no longer asks to be held,
where it softens into something quieter – a state of calm acceptance, of presence, of simply witnessing what is,
without the need to name or keep it.

somewhere along this path, the weight of expectation dissolves on its own,
and with it, any quiet pressure that might have once existed.
because it becomes clear that this has never truly been about another,
but about an inner unfolding that asks only to be lived through,
not shared, not explained.

and so everything is allowed to remain exactly as it is.
unclaimed, untouched, free of meaning that tries to fix it in place.
because the sky remembers, even when nothing is said aloud.

it feels like a letter that was never meant to be read,
and yet, somehow, it finds itself open – not for understanding, not for response,
but simply as something that exists,
as a trace that does not ask to be followed.

what remains is light, almost weightless,
like a veil of dusted violet smoke.
slow and enveloping,
it unfolds in soft, quiet spirals,
carrying the faintest trace of cinnamon.

it does not ask to be held.
only to be breathed in.
it lingers at the edge of presence.
never fully leaving,
never fully staying.

until it dissolves into something that cannot be kept.
and was never meant to be.

and in that,
there is nothing to hold onto,
and nothing to lose.

– 💌. @lanaparrilla by @estellariewinters

86

14

6 months ago

last year, it was my first meeting with paris,
and it was not the city that held me,
but the memories and moments
that came alive within it,
like something quietly written in light.

with time, i found myself returning to that feeling,
as one returns to a half-forgotten letter,
realizing, gently,
that i wished to come back.

and so, 2026 began its journey
from this very point,
as if the first page had been waiting
to be opened again.

back to paris.
back to lana.
back to those who feel like home.

but not as the same person.

so this meeting was different,
deeply, inwardly different
from my previous two.

and yet, sometimes
it takes the softest shift of focus
to see what has always been there –
the quiet, steady magic
that does not ask to be noticed,
only felt.

nothing real ever fades.
it only changes its shape,
like wax melting and settling again,
becoming something we learn
to hold with gentler hands.

i write this with tears in my eyes
and gratitude resting, warm and steady,
in my heart,
as if this moment had been lit
and left to glow on its own.

let this remain as a breath –
one that lingers on the inhale,
unfinished,
yet alive beneath the skin,
like a quiet ember
carried somewhere beyond the stars.

paris,
i do not say goodbye.

– april 18/19, 2026 ♡ #comicconfrance taken in Parc des expositions de Paris-Nord Villepinte by @estellariewinters

126

12

6 months ago

париж.
всего на несколько дней,
но достаточно, чтобы сердце заговорило глубже.

остальное останется между строк.

– ♡. taken in The Eiffel Tower, Paris by @estellariewinters

72

19

6 months ago

การตั้งใจไปทางที่ผิด คุณจะพบสถานที่ที่คุณไม่รู้ แต่ควรรู้

.
.
photo by @sem.yulia 🖤 taken in Sillamäe by @estellariewinters

87

21

9 months ago

там, где пространство погружается в тишину, чтобы на миг услышать биение собственного сердца 🩰✨️❤️‍🩹 taken in Mere Kultuurikeskus by @estellariewinters

61

12

10 months ago

Brussels is forever captured in my heart. ☔️🍂🤍 #tbt taken in Brussels, Belgium by @estellariewinters

58

12

a year ago