In Somalia, home is called Guuri. It means belonging—the rituals you carry with you.
My Hooyo (mother) used one ingredient for everything: Qasil from the Gob tree. She carried Frankincense like medicine. Not luxury. Necessity.
From the Indian Ocean to the Mediterranean to the Seine, I saw two worlds that needed each other. Somali nomadic wisdom—where minimalism reigns.
Parisian craft—beauty in transformation.
Arum.care bridges these Three Shores, creating portable sanctuaries for modern nomads searching for stillness that flows.
Coming Spring 2025.