Handmade grounding jewelry for tender seasons

A reflective moment with a warm drink, surrounded by love and memories. Thanksgiving is here, and I’ve been sitting with this truth: Grief and gratitude can exist together. Not the shiny, performative version. Not “everything happens for a reason.” And definitely not “at least…” Just a quieter kind. The kind that makes room for what’s hard, and still lets one small good thing be real. This year, it’s looked like a few very small things: A warm cup in my hands. A message that

I carry you with love. I carry you with love. Butterfly Run week is close to my heart. Every year, our family walks in memory of our son, Oliver. And I wish I could wrap grief in a sentence that makes sense of it—but it doesn’t work like that. Grief doesn’t line up neatly. It doesn’t stay where you put it. Some weeks it’s a quiet ache. And some weeks it’s consuming—like it fills the whole room, like it lives in your throat, like you can’t find the right words because there ar

Some pieces begin as an idea. This one began as a need. A need for something small enough to carry through an ordinary day, but meaningful enough to meet the moments that feel anything but ordinary. A tiny anchor for the messy middle. The story behind this collection Oleabloom & Co grew from tender places — grief, motherhood, identity shifts, overwhelm, and all the quiet in-between moments that don’t always have language yet. For me, making has often been a way back to steadi