These are quiet notes from my work with heat, plants, bodies and seasons. Written slowly, in between rituals, travels, and time in the forest.
The cleanest house in the village
Long before sauna became something we booked at a spa, the Lithuanian pirtis was the cleanest house in the village.
It held births, healing, and the final preparation of the dead.
In many ways, it was the true centre of life…
Why women-only sauna spaces matter
I don’t think many women dislike sauna.
I think many women simply haven’t been met properly by the heat.