Cartas desde Bali

El peine que guardo junto a la ventana

Tres mañanas después del eclipse, volvió la luna creciente. Una carta sobre el ritual de cuarenta segundos que de verdad cambia el cabello, y por qué las prácticas que funcionan son casi siempre as...

El día cinco dentro de un mes nueve

Hoy es un día cinco dentro de un mes nueve. El cinco quiere moverse, el nueve quiere soltar, y sentir el tirón en dos direcciones no significa que algo ande mal en ti.

La mitad del mes que nadie aprovecha

El eclipse fue ayer. De lo que casi nadie habla es de las quince noches que empiezan esta noche, y de para qué sirven en silencio.

Los últimos treinta segundos de tu ducha

La parte de lavarte el cabello en la que casi nadie piensa, y la que decide cómo se comporta tu cabello los próximos tres días. Una carta sobre el enjuague final, escrita la primera mañana de agosto.

What a 9 Month Asks You to Put Down

July was an 8. August 2026 is a 9 universal month, the closing of the circle before September resets to a 1. A letter from Bali on what a 9 month asks you to finish, three questions to write by han...

What I Do in the Last Two Days of a Month

A small, practical ritual for the closing days of a month — three questions, one drawer, and a scalp oil practice. Written from Bali, the last Thursday of July.

The Lion's Roar in Your Hair, A Letter for Leo Season

Written from the porch in Pererenan, where the frangipani is dropping petals faster than I can sweep them. It's Leo season, and Bali knows it. The afternoons have gone gold and long, the roosters ...

The Number Six Day: A Numerology Note on Tending What You Already Have

A note on the numbers, for the ones who read them like weather. I did the small arithmetic this morning that I do most mornings — the one my grandmother taught me before I understood why she bother...

The Three Minutes Before I Touch My Hair

A short one today,  the kind of letter I write when I want to give you something you can actually use before your coffee gets cold. There is a version of my morning that used to look like this: al...

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...