Lettres de Bali

Le peigne que je laisse près de la fenêtre

Trois matins après l'éclipse, le croissant est revenu. Une lettre sur le rituel de quarante secondes qui change vraiment les cheveux, et pourquoi les pratiques qui fonctionnent sont presque toujour...

Le jour cinq dans un mois neuf

Aujourd'hui est un jour cinq dans un mois neuf. Le cinq veut bouger, le neuf veut lâcher, et sentir cette traction dans deux directions ne veut pas dire que quelque chose ne va pas chez vous.

La moitié du mois dont personne ne se sert

L'éclipse, c'était hier. Ce dont presque personne ne parle, ce sont les quinze nuits qui commencent ce soir, et ce à quoi elles servent en silence.

The Last Thirty Seconds of Your Shower

The part of washing your hair that almost nobody thinks about, and the one that decides how your hair behaves for the next three days. A letter on the final rinse, written on the first morning of A...

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...