Nature-inspired pyrography

Hey there Reader, From the Trail: Smoothing the Edges There’s a part of the trail I return to every season, a bend where the path smooths out and the wind always seems to catch the leaves just right. No sharp edges. Just a kind of quiet flow. That’s how I think of the spoon tip. When I first started wood-burning, I avoided it. It looked big, clunky, like something I’d mess up with. I thought detail was everything. But the spoon tip taught me about grace in pyrography. It’s not just a tool,...

Hey there Reader, I didn’t set out to become an artist. When I first picked up a wood burner, it wasn’t some grand creative vision. A way to stay steady when everything around me felt like it was falling apart. There’s something raw about holding heat in your hand and using it to make something beautiful. It felt like the only thing I could control. One line at a time. But the fire had its own lessons in mind. At first, I thought pyrography was about precision, how straight my lines were, how...

Hey there Reader, I didn’t grow up with trails. I didn’t grow up with steady roots or safe spaces, or Sunday morning hikes with someone pointing out birdsong and tree bark. The woods came later, as a kind of homecoming I didn’t know I needed. The first time I set foot on a real trail by myself, I wasn’t looking for answers. I just needed to breathe. Life had gotten too loud. Too many roles. Too many shoulds. Too much giving from a cup that had been dry for years. But something happened out...

Hey there Reader, I’ve got something fresh from the studio that I think you’ll love, especially if your happy place is between a basket of heirloom tomatoes and a breezy front porch. Introducing the Farmer’s Market Find Box — a handcrafted collection of rustic wood-burned goods made for slow mornings, earthy meals, and homes with heart. Each box includes: ✔ One 5x7 wall art piece✔ Two nature-inspired coasters✔ A mini charcuterie board ✔ A printable weekly market checklist ✔ A story + artist...

Hey there Reader, As I sit here with a cup of coffee, the breeze drifting through the window, I’ve been thinking about how growth doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it looks like rest. Sometimes it looks like resistance. I’ve been walking familiar trails with new eyes, noticing how daffodils return without permission, blooming boldly wherever they can in the most random places. It’s reminded me that blooming isn’t always about being ready. It’s about being brave. It's about showing up...