It’s just tea.
But today it reminded me of my grandmother.
Warm hands, quiet strength.

You say more in three lines than most do in a page.

You have a way of making space for breath.

Good design feels like it was always meant to be there.

You outgrew them. And then wrote a novel about it

I make the abstract visible through design.

You met me where I was — not where you wanted to be.

You made the ordinary feel like a ritual.

There’s a kind of honesty here that feels rare.

Every time I read your posts, I feel less rushed.