Why champagne, I ask him. He hesitates for a moment, not sure if his answer is too elusive. Because champagne is the embodiment of my country, he says. Of my land. It tells the story of rolling hills gently dipping into the river Marne. Of windblown limestone plateaus and mineral-rich soil. Of crisp, misty fall mornings and long, mild summer days. Allowing the unfolding of this story to be witnessed in my champage is the great honor of my life.

The words of a man who is following his calling.

You have seen the doctors, you ran the labs, you tried the medications. And still: You are not feeling better. A piece of the puzzle is missing. Or rather, you feel like you cannot see a picture at all. You would like to try something else. Something that feels whole and real and true. A way of healing that considers all of you: Your body, your spirit, your mind, your lifestyle. You trust the wisdom of your body, and you want to tap into that wisdom. You want to participate: Learn, adjust and listen. And you want the wisdom of an ancient way of healing to help guide you.

Life is too short to eat cardboard!

We don’t want to choose: Delicious or nutritious.

But there is no conflict. Health and flavor come from the same source: Premium, unprocessed and nutritious local ingredients; grown, harvested, distributed and selected with love, integrity and care.

The skillful combination of full-bodied, multifaceted flavors, balanced with subtle notes of natural sweetness and rounded out with Mother Nature’s most fragrant spices and herbs helps us create the cookies we are famous for: Decadently nutritious and deliciously nourishing.

It really is that simple

A performance is an un-earthing. A birth. Technique is a given, but it’s not the point. The point is what’s underneath. What’s at the center. What desperately wants to be expressed, experienced and understood.

When I dance, I forget the world. It’s my refuge. My escape. The discipline, commitment and pain of training are an equally important part of dancing as the resulting elegance, beauty and weightlessness. Sweat and tears and labor until something emerges. Until something is set free.

To me, making jewelry is the same. I make jewelry so I can give this gift to people can hold this essence in their hands

I spent my childhood in the mountains of Veracruz, Mexico, where growing coffee was a way of life: Knowledge passed down from generation to generation. Connection to the land, hard labor. Mountain air. Coffee trees touching the morning fog in the distance. Stewardship, respect, presence. People spending their lives immersed in their art, their calling.