Letters from Bali

What the Waxing Moon Is Asking of You Right Now

A letter for the days when you're not quite there yet, but close. I woke up this morning before the roosters, which almost never happens, and walked out to the rice fields with my tea still too ho...

What My Hair Taught Me About Growing Back Slowly

A letter on rinse water, coconut oil, and the parts of us that take their time. It rained last night, the kind of rain that arrives without warning and leaves the whole compound smelling like wet f...

What Chinatown, Matcha, and a Mercury Retrograde Homecoming Taught Us

  Letters from Bali · Family & Astrology What Chinatown, Matcha, and a Retrograde Homecoming Taught Us a pit stop on our way home from india became its own small pilgrimage. a layover th...

The Threshold Before the Eclipse: A Letter for Leo Season

A letter from Bali on Leo season, the coming eclipse, and the ritual of stepping into your own light without apology.

Is This the Best Mercury Retrograde Ever?

A love letter to the planet everyone loves to blame. Something has felt tender this week. Plans rearranging themselves without asking. A message meant for one person landing in the wrong inbox. The...

The Ones We Return To

Written on a Monday morning, the kind that asks you to begin again. There is a particular kind of quiet that happens here around seven, after the roosters have finished their argument and before th...

The Women Who Write Back

A letter about the ones who tell me their stories — and why I read every single one, twice.   It is early here, the kind of early where the roosters are still arguing about whose turn it is to ann...

The Number 8: A Letter on Cycles That Close Before They Open Again

A letter for the eighteenth, written the way I write all of them, barefoot, tea gone cold, before the island wakes up. I add up dates the way some women check the weather. Today is the 18th of Jul...

The Sun Before It Touches the Water

Letters from Bali · New Arrival The Sun Before It Touches the Water there is a moment just before the sun touches the water. the sky goes from pale to gold to something warmer than either....

What Bali's Rainy Season Taught Me About Building a Business Without Rushing

A letter on building slowly, from the rainy season that taught me to stop rushing. It rained for six days straight the September I finally stopped apologizing for how slowly my business was growing...