Mimicking palms, thumbs, fingers, forearms, elbows and feet, as used in a Traditional Thai Massage, our wooden story brings with it age old wisdom for your everyday self-care rituals.
Ah, in all her glory, the full moon always comes back to shine her light on all things hidden within. Cry a river if you must. Like the salt of the oceans, the waters from the soul are mere reminders to cleanse and purge memories that haunt us when no one is watching.
I am of the firm belief that the ones closest to us often suffer the spewing blood of our open wounds, and in healing, we awaken a communal tenderness that flows and manifests into our surroundings.
There, she would rest. There, she would paint her walls purple, and sew a floral blouse with matching pants. Solace in Solitude
The thought of my dear boy never knowing this much peace? The peace found in between the freedom to just be? I will not dare entertain it.
In this short journal we explore the sentimental art of bread-making. An ode to slowing down, while creating without any expectation of perfection or impression.
Words. We speak them. We write them. We understand them (sometimes). They are the very essence of life. Be reminded of your Delicate Strength.
Sacred Sounds of the Ping River at Raya Heritage. A contemporary reflection of the local way of life through architecture and design.