We were never meant to be strangers to ourselves.
This site isn't a retreat from the world.
It's for reaching back into it a little more whole.
I'm offering what's real for me: my art and some words, each a small opening.
Not to teach but to share what has stayed with me.
Maybe it finds something that's been waiting in you, too.
Here is a beginning:
a tether if you need it, resonance if you feel it.
You may stay a while or carry it with you.
Here, there are no gates or finish lines,
just a quiet becoming.
The Story Behind The Name
I’ve always felt the pull of invisible threads. Like a kind of tug that pulls gently at your chest when a moment lingers longer than you’d expect or when a stranger’s words echo something you didn’t know you’d been carrying.
Tethered. Not in a way that binds, but in the way a heart stays soft when it remembers what it once believed in. In the way a soul returns to itself, again and again, no matter how far it’s wandered.
Resonant. Like the hum of something real vibrating quietly beneath the noise, waiting to be heard by those who'd been listening all along.
Tethered and Resonant
This name came from that place. From a longing to meet the world not with answers, but with presence. To speak in tones that carry deeply beneath the surface. To create, not for performance, but for recognition.
To be more felt than seen.
If you’ve landed here, maybe something in you was also waiting to be named. So this is the story and the offering.
A place to remember what still rings true.