Journal Entries

Today I am reminded that life doesn’t ask to be efficient—it asks to be beautiful. To be felt. To be witnessed. To be held like a favorite book or worn...

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...

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....

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...