Journal Entries

There’s a word I carry with me lately—Meraki.A Greek word that doesn’t quite translate,but means everything I believe in:To create with soul.To craft with care.To leave a trace of yourself...

There’s something powerful about adornment—not for display, but for remembrance. The curve of a bracelet echoing the arch of a bridge I once stood on in Amsterdam. The weight of...

There’s something poetic about a bridge. It holds two worlds in its span—then and now, here and there, what was and what’s becoming. It doesn’t rush. It simply connects. Steady....

Some people rise with the sun. But my soul wakes with the stars. There’s a stillness that settles after dark, a hush that feels like an invitation. No one is...