Baltic
Kołobrzeg, Poland. Amber, childhood.
Three Seas.
Biography.
Three seas.
The word Meer sits at the literal centre of my life. An amber coast, a harbour city, an Atlantic.
North Sea
Hamburg on the Elbe. Harbour, tides, fifteen years in beauty.
Atlantic
Ericeira, Portugal. Salt, basalt, practice.
From the journal.
Fourteen entries, three focal points.
Written between May 2025 and May 2026, in Ericeira. A practice, a reflection, a credential — and the Atlantic running through all of it.
Three weeks without snacks between meals
It was not a plan. It was an observation. At the end of June, the almonds on the kitchen table were empty, the market was closed for a public holiday, and I had simply nothing in the kitchen between breakfast and lunch.
At the end of June, the almonds on the kitchen table were empty, the market was closed for a public holiday, and I had simply nothing in the kitchen between breakfast and lunch.Read →
On the word *holistic*, and why I still use it
I don't particularly like the word *holistic*. I use it anyway. It is stuck to a generation of promises I do not share, and yet it sits in my professional title.
From the beauty counter to a nutrition practice: my AKN training
There was no moment when I crossed from cosmetics to nutrition. There were fifteen years during which I gave the same answer to the same question, and at some point I realised the answer belonged somewhere else entirely.
Eleven more entries.
Sardines on a Wednesday, seven degrees of water in January, amber hour over basalt, a quiet December, a Polish grandmother and fermentation.
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