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Fireweed

In the wake of fire, we gathered to honor what remains—and what returns

Nyctophilia

There is a strange and tender beauty that lives in the dark. Not the kind of darkness that hides danger, but the kind that invites slowness, intimacy, and deep listening. Nyctophilia was a ceremonial exploration of that quiet richness, held on the eve of a new moon inside a private home in Eugene, Oregon. The idea first took root when I awoke after a nap in the mossy woods of Oregon to find myself…

Rose Medicine

The best way to understand a plant’s gift is to experience it with all your senses. Rose Medicine was a gentle, immersive gathering inspired by the self-love and mindfulness that wild roses so generously offer. To invite guests, I tied pink ribbons with invitations printed on them to fresh-cut roses and left them in bustling public places—college campuses during finals week, downtown business…

Geode

“To the untrained eye, a geode is just a rock—dusty, lumpy, ordinary. But those who dare to crack them open are rewarded with the surprise of crystalline brilliance.”

Blue Pool

Did you know most languages develop a word for “blue” last? That’s because most of the blues that surround us—the sky, the sea—can’t be held in your hands. Unlike red berries or yellow ochre, blue rarely exists in a form we can touch. It’s a color of distance, of atmosphere, of mystery. That’s what makes it so magical when we do find it: the cracked shell of a robin’s egg, the shimmer of a…

Lady Fern’s Soiree

Have you ever dreamed of finding an invitation in the woods inviting you to a fairy party?

Moss Gazing

“Instead of reminding us of the frailty of life through ethereal blossoms, moss reminds us of the constancy of life through ancient plants. “

Ember

“ Embers represent a decision: something that has been smoldering under the surface for a long time; will you fan it back into flames, or allow it to die away?”

Shipwreck

The guiding question of the afternoon was simple but strange: What would a shipwreck taste like?