New Year’s Day arrived gently this year—no rush, no fanfare. Just a mild late afternoon and a few warm coals glowing in our firepit. My husband had been pruning limbs earlier and decided to burn them down to embers. As I stood nearby on the front porch, I felt that familiar inward tug—the kind that…
As we continued listening to the land and responding to what grew willingly, abundance began to show up in ways we hadn’t anticipated. In particular, it arrived in the form of pawpaws. My husband developed a genuine love affair with this fruit—the largest native fruit in North America, with a flavor often described as a…
After we finished the early repairs on the house and began settling into the property, our attention turned outward—to the land itself. At first, our approach was practical. We let a neighbor plant sod and corn on the main acreage. It seemed efficient. Sensible. Productive. But over time, something in us began to shift. We…
When my husband and I first married, we carried a clear vision onto the land. We imagined writing retreats. Creativity retreats. A place where ideas could breathe and people could rest and rejuvenate. The property already existed—purchased years earlier—but the house had been sitting empty, waiting patiently for attention. Before anything beautiful could grow, the…
“What can you tell me about thinking and dreaming big?” I asked the pre-Civil War oak (The Old Woman of the Woods”) as I paid her a visit. Her reply? “Take it one day at a time and trust your divine DNA. You were born for greatness. It’s inevitable as long as you trust the…
