This is a story stitched in grief, held in yarn, and told through worlds both real and imagined.
I lost my daughter — my 9-year-old princess — to a life-limiting illness. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t quiet. It was soul-destroying. The kind of grief that tears through the core of you, leaving nothing that feels like ‘before.’

In the wreckage, I clung to stories — and it was in the pages of John Gwynne’s fantasy novels that I found something ancient and grounding: nalbinding. A slow, ancestral wool craft that held my hands when I couldn’t hold anything else.

From that pain, Nálkona was born — a Welsh studio of remembrance and repair. And from the same grief came Okelea, a fantasy world where sorrow, magick, and memory are woven together. Both are acts of love. Both are for her.

Princess HaediBeaine