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I’ve always been fascinated by languages. In particular, etymology and language acquisition, as well as the actual mechanics of how we make sounds: how we shape our mouths, tongues, and throats to produce certain vibrations that somehow turn into speech. I grew up in a very international environment. My father is Dutch, my mother Armenian, and I grew up in England and Italy. In Italy, I went to a European school. Every day I was surrounded by languages spoken at native level.

Do healing sounds only work if we consciously listen, or do they work their magic regardless of what we’re doing, thinking, or feeling while exposed to them? My intuition (and common sense) says yes: sound affects us whether or not we pay attention. The body doesn’t have an off switch. It’s a resonant instrument that responds to every vibration around it, whether I “believe” in it or not. But I’ve learned to bring a questioning eye to even what feels obvious. In the world of

Does anybody feel like 2025 was their most unhinged year ever? Honestly, I’ve never felt so bewildered and kicked out of orbit as this year. I feel like everything is shaking on its foundations, both on a personal level as a collective. I want to get in to both. While I love getting personal in my blog (or is it more a public journal?), listing my 2025 woes feels a little too self-indulgent, but I will say that all the main pillars that usually contribute to a feeling of safe

I have this stupidly loud fridge and since my kitchen is just a corner in my living room, the sound is omnipresent. Oftentimes in the evenings I just want silence, so I unplug it for a bit. Which is fine. Except there’s a catch: I obviously need to remember to plug it back in before going to bed, so the freezer doesn’t defrost. So I came up with a little hack. When I unplug the fridge, I take one of my many fridge magnets and put it on my bed. So later, when I walk into my be