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Halfway to December: What Six Months of Building Slowly Has Taught Me
Written from my desk in Pererenan, windows open, the fan doing its slow work against the heat. Six months ago I sat down and wrote out what I wanted this year to feel like. Not what I wanted to ear...
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The Five-Minute Ritual I Return To When Everything Feels Like Too Much
A short letter today — the kind I write when I most need to remember something I already know. It was a Tuesday, if it matters, though it could have been any day this month. I woke up before the r...
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New Moon in Cancer: Coming Home to Yourself
A letter for the New Moon in Cancer, written from my kitchen table in Pererenan, the rain just starting on the roof. There is a New Moon in Cancer this week, and if you have felt unusually quiet, ...
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The Dark Before the Bloom: A New Moon Letter
Written the evening before the sky goes dark. Tomorrow the moon disappears completely. Not shrinks — disappears. Here in Bali the fishermen still watch for it, because a moonless night means a diff...
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The Hundred Strokes: What Brushing Your Hair Slowly Taught Me
A letter about the oldest hair ritual there is — the slow evening brush — and what a hundred unhurried strokes can teach you about tending to yourself.
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A love letter to the women who write back — the letters, transformations, and quiet threads that keep arriving in my inbox from Bali.
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The Number 1: A Letter for New Beginnings
A morning letter from the studio, written the day the numbers lined up. I add up dates the way some women read tea leaves. Old habit, older than the brand. This morning it was 7/11/2026 — and when ...
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Les couleurs qui vous reviennent
Une courte lettre sur les dernières pièces sorties des bains de teinture — et pourquoi nous les avons colorées de la couleur de choses que vous connaissez déjà. Il a encore plu la nuit dernière ic...
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Rituel · Saison de la mousson · Inde du Sud La pluie est enfin arrivée Pendant trois jours, je l'ai attendue. On la sentait monter, lourde dans l'air, cette sorte d'immobilité qui ...
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Lettres de Bali · Devenir La femme entre deux versions il y a une version de moi qui est déjà partie, et une version qui n'est pas encore pleinement arrivée, et plus longtemps que ...
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