A white table near a window with a stack of white notebooks, a French press with coffee, a white mug with handwritten text, and a vase of pink flowers.
Close-up of a stack of white papers, with a handwritten note in cursive that says 'lucia' on the top sheet, placed on a flat surface. Part of a pair of scissors is visible in the foreground, and a wooden object and some folded fabric are in the background.
Two stacked magazines on a wooden table with the words "ISSUE ONE • INSPIRATION lucia" on their spines.
Close-up of pink dahlia flowers in a glass vase, with a blurred background.
A collection of watercolor paintings in pink, green, blue, and purple shades laid out on a white surface, with a pink patterned mug nearby.
Open book with text on pages, partially covered by a blurred object on the left, with some objects and a small plant in the background.
A cozy living room with a white sofa, a side table, a lamp, and a window with natural light, featuring a candle on a table in the foreground.
Pink roses on a windowsill, with sunlight streaming through the window, creating a soft, dreamy atmosphere.
Brochure with the title 'Lucia' and a blurred image of a woman using a laptop, resting on a rustic wooden surface.
Open book with text and a black and white photograph of mountains, includes pink roses on the page and a small tree illustration on the opposite page.
Open magazine with blank pages lying flat on a wooden surface.
Overcast view of a sandy beach with waves crashing, bordered by green trees and leafless branches in the foreground, with a distant coastline in the background.
A magazine titled 'lucia' with a woman on the cover, watercolor paintings, paintbrushes, and a mug of coffee on a white surface.
Open magazine showing a young woman sleeping with eyes closed, wearing a beige dress, on a beige background with nearby wooden spools of green and gray thread and yarns.
Interior of a room with a large window showing a neighborhood street outside, featuring a table with a vase of flowers, plush toys, and bottles, along with other furniture and decor.
A magazine titled 'lucia' resting on a white tufted ottoman. The cover features a person biking outdoors.
welcome to lucia.
You’ve found it—the heart space.
Lucia is a new kind of publication
for women seeking inspiration and
leading heartfelt, curious, creative lives.
from issue one : inspiration
from issue two : perfection
luciajournal : voices, stories, love notes. poetry, heartbeats
This fall and winter, I am inviting two new words to guide my creative life: attention and mischief.
Hello friends,
The air is soft with early morning birdsong as I write with a half-cup of coffee nestled in my lap. I'm sitting on the big madrone tree at Seward Park again, feeling appreciative just to be breathing.
The clouds burst a moment ago with a spring rain shower. I only know because I can hear drops hitting the broad maple leaves that form a protective canopy over my journaling session. I am safe here…
Mid-February is here and I am exhaling. Over and over, as if by doing this enough times slowly I can release every micron of tension-residue from every cell in my body. The days are getting lighter, and it (mostly) feels like it's working.
A few days after Christmas I’m eating veggie curry watching the sea through the window. There’s a lighthouse on a little island that appears and disappears through the clouds. Sometimes there are figures walking on the headland near the tower.
I’m here as a kind of halfway house—after spending Christmas with my family in the suburbs and before going back to my tiny studio in the city centre.
One of my saving graces this year has been an enormous Madrone that fell in the park near my home. Surrounded by old growth, I go there Saturday mornings to sit on the three-foot-thick trunk and breathe. Stretching the muscles of my screen-weary eyes I look up, left, down, right. Birds whisper, the scent of cedar cleanses, and once a coyote spirited by. We looked at each other for a long moment, suspended. The year has been strange.
When I last wrote to you it was January and now it's May and the peonies are blooming. So much has happened. My world has changed, our world has changed.