Rooted & Roaming

Sometimes, when I close my eyes and tune in past the noise of now, I see her—future me—sitting on a weathered wooden deck, watching the life we built unfold the trees.It’s not a memory, but it’s more than a dream. It’s a vision so clear it hums in my bones.

She’s older. Wiser. Still soft, but strong in a way that doesn’t need to speak loudly anymore.And from that seat—cup of tea in hand, heart full of peace—she watches them:the ones who came home.The ones who heard the call, too.

They’re gathering in the clearing below, laughter threading through the trees, barefoot children chasing goats and sunbeams, while a few others work quietly in the community kitchen—grinding herbs, bottling tinctures, creating medicines with intention and grace.

There’s music—always music—sometimes a guitar, a drum, or the wind itself dancing through the leaves

.She doesn’t speak much unless it’s needed. Not because she has nothing to say, but because everything she once dreamed now speaks for her.This place—this living, breathing soul of a community—was once just a whisper in my heart.A sketch in a notebook. A prayer breathed into the forest. Now, in this vision, it’s the rhythm of life.We live off the land—yes—growing, preserving, crafting.

But more than that, we live with each other.No masks. No roles. No proving.Just presence. Purpose. Peace.We gather for moon feasts and first blooms, for birthdays and harvests, for the simple joy of being together.We teach our children how to plant, how to listen, how to love.And they teach us how to remember.

From that deck, built by the hands of those I’ve loved and been loved by,she sees the world we were told was impossible—thriving.And I know…we didn’t escape the world.We rewrote it.

If you feel that ache—if some part of you longs to be seen, to be safe, to be part of something real—know this:We’re not lost.We’re gathering. The ones like you. The ones like me.And this dream?There’s room for you here too.🌿

If this vision stirs something in you—if your heart whispered yes as you read—I’d love to walk this journey with you.

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