Spring Equinox

Once again, we arrive at the end of another month and I am still entirely unable to fathom how, time truly is racing by at an alarming speed this year. Perhaps because I have been so unwell and therefore every day seems to be blending into one at the minute but truly, I do feel like I closed my eye for a moment and March snuck past me. Despite my ill health I enjoyed March, the return of spring days, lighter nights and Gaia coming back to life with buds, shoots and greenery a

Spring Memories shimmers with whispered reflections, a quiet dance between what has been and what is yet to come. Light drifts and lingers, soft as breath, carrying the gentle pulse of remembrance and renewal. It is a place between moments, a suspended hush where memory and possibility intertwine, and where the soul can pause to feel the delicate rhythm of spring unfolding.

Spring Equinox pulses with the rhythm of balance and renewal. Light bursts through the canopy, dancing over delicate leaves that whisper of growth and awakening. There is a sacred harmony here, a moment suspended between the fading chill and the first warmth of spring, between shadow and illumination. It carries the energy of rebirth and possibility, of seeds stirring beneath the earth, ready to rise. Every leaf, every beam, every shimmer speaks of nature’s quiet orchestra

Spring Awakening marks the quiet moment where darkness begins to loosen its hold. There is a soft unveiling here, a gentle lifting, as though something long hidden is finally ready to be seen. Light filters through with purpose, not all at once, but in a slow and sacred reveal. It carries the energy of renewal, of cycles turning, of life stirring beneath the surface before it rises fully into being. This is the threshold between what was and what is becoming. And in that mome

Hope Springs emerges gently, like light returning after a long stillness. It carries a quiet energy of renewal; soft, luminous, and full of possibility. There is a sense of something awakening here, something delicate yet powerful, beginning again in its own time. Held within it is a fragile kind of magic, the kind that asks for trust. A reminder that hope does not need to be loud to be transformative; it simply needs to be felt. In the hush of new beginnings, something st

My March collection is a celebration of Spring Equinox. A whisper of awakening drifts through these pieces, a soft breath of renewal kissed by light and shimmering air. Each piece hums with the quiet magic of Spring, the gentle stretch of new life, the glow of hope, and the delicate shimmer of possibilities unfolding. It is a collection of beginnings and reflections, where light dances through shadows and the pulse of nature stirs beneath the surface. Tender, luminous, and