An introduction to the Herbarium
Welcome to The Herbarium of Letters, a once-forgotten garden now stirring gently with life anew.
I left this space untended for quite some time. No grand reason, only the rhythm of seasons shifting elsewhere. Of tides pulling me away to tend to other things. But now, I’m back at the gates, basket in hand, ready to gather sprouts and blooms and tuck them gently away into little jars of light and memory.
Here’s how things shall unfold from now on:
✴Moonlit Minaret Reflections in solitude. Becoming. Unbecoming. Healing. This is the heart of the minaret, where I speak of my writing progress. Long-form entries, self-monologues, late-night thoughts, character musings, moodboards and everything in between. This is where you will find the soul of my current WIP, LSiS lives and breathes.
✴Dear Starlight Letters I’ve written to no one. Or maybe to you. Gentle things. Grieving things. Love things. Love notes to strangers, midnight comfort, guidance and stardust when you’ve lost your way. Each one sealed with a breath and set afloat into the velvet dark.
✴The Scriptorium A quiet corner for all things personal; letters, thoughts, wips, essays, and whispers from my inner world. Writing about writing. On craft, voice, resistance, and rhythm. Where I speak to the page as both student and steward. Here, you’ll hear the echo of ink and bloom.
✴The Poetry & Prose Archives Where the greats breathe. Typography poems, old-world language, the works of Darwish, Gibran, Keats, Byron and more. Typography posts, fragments of beauty, a place for language to unfurl. This is the aesthetic spine of the blog—its bones and borrowed breath.
✴The Fragmentarium The odd bits and wonders. Sketches. Musings. Mood. And Stray thoughts like feathers caught in the wind. Here is where I keep the untamed, the beautiful mess. My artwork may find a home here too.
The blog is no longer a place of pressure or schedule. It is a terrarium of my mind, softly lit by tealights and filled with the scent of ink and old paper. I’ll post as the spirit moves me. But the structure is here. The jars have been labelled. And the stories are ready.
If you’re wandering in for the first time—welcome. If you’re returning, thank you. Either way, I hope something here roots in you and stays. A constellation in jars. Just for you.
Let the herbarium flourish.
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