where stories find home


Welcome to Balé—where stories find home.
This is a house built of quiet words, moonlit letters, and the memories we carry across time and distance. Rooted in heritage and nurtured by wonder, Balé is a gathering space for poetry, travel reflections, cultural memory, and slow storytelling. Whether you’ve come here to read, remember, or return to something once lost—this is your place, too.
Welcome home.

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  • Letter 11

    To the one I have yet to meet, I hope that when we meet, you burn with a quiet fire, a passion for life that illuminates everything around you. I hope your heart moves like constellations across the night sky—steady, purposeful, and radiant, drawing others toward the light you carry. I hope you speak your Continue reading

  • Letter 10

    To the one I have yet to meet, There’s a quiet belief I carry with me, one that grows stronger with each passing day: the belief in divine timing. It’s the idea that everything in life happens when it’s meant to, that the universe moves with a perfect rhythm, even if we can’t always see Continue reading

  • Letter 09

    To the one I have yet to meet, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the different versions of ourselves. The ones we used to be and the ones we could have been. The paths we chose, the decisions we made, and the places we ended up are the result of the choices we’ve made Continue reading

  • Letter 08

    To the one I have yet to meet, I remember the first time I traveled outside the country, back in 2019. It was to Bangkok, Thailand, a place that felt both unfamiliar and exhilarating. It was a journey that wasn’t just about the destination; it was about healing, about reconnecting with parts of myself I Continue reading

  • Letter 07

    To the one I have yet to meet, I’ve been thinking a lot about dreams lately. About how we should dream big and then dream even bigger. The world, the universe, it’s all vast and limitless. There’s no ceiling to what we can achieve, no boundary that we can’t cross if we dare to imagine Continue reading

  • Letter 06

    To the one I have yet to meet, Today was one of those days that felt so ordinary, the kind that slips by without making much noise. I woke up, went through my routine, and the hours just seemed to blend together. Nothing extraordinary happened, but somehow, it all still mattered. The world moved on, Continue reading

  • Letter o5

    To the one I have yet to meet, I hope that today, wherever you are, you are doing well. I hope you are waking up with a sense of purpose, knowing that you are one step closer to the life you’ve been dreaming of. I hope you’re chasing your passions with the same fire that Continue reading

  • Letter 04

    To the one I have yet to meet, I stood at the top of the Space Needle today, watching the sun dip lower and lower behind the skyline of Seattle. The sky was a painting, with shades of gold, pink, and purple swirling together like a dream. The city stretched out beneath me, full of Continue reading

  • Letter 03

    To the one I have yet to meet, I woke up today to the quiet stillness of the morning, the kind of peace that fills the room before the world starts moving. The first thing I did was open the curtains, and there it was — Lake Aleknagik, calm and shimmering under the soft glow Continue reading

  • Letter 02

    To the one I have yet to meet, Today, I found myself in the kitchen, surrounded by the scent of garlic, onions, and beef simmering in a pot. The ingredients of something familiar, something comforting. As the beef caldereta cooked, I couldn’t help but think of you. I imagined the day when we would sit Continue reading