Motivated by post-burnout direction and built with intention, I’m cooking up some delicious mischief that includes retreats, an art and nature residency on my 33-acre property of WILD (and I do mean, very wild) and….moooooooreeeee….
Initiation
These first tender years have been a part of my initiation outside of Corporate America with the land which first offered fatigue.
The front field wanted to be left alone! The woods wanted to reclaim their wild and stand in the power of remaining an old growth forest surrounded by barren logged acres.
The land welcomes blessed blessed rest…and gifted deep rest in return.
And Delicious Mischief was born - we move slow, in rhythm, honor rest, and initiate.
Wild Dreams take Patience
My dream started years ago when we stumbled across an abandoned 33-acre property and decided to make a move.
We were all tired of long commutes, the density of the city, and noise. I missed stars. I missed fields. I missed my family and we were missing full connection. My writing stalled. Family art nights were abandoned.
We moved on the property - and then it just sat.
Any time I’d try to curate a small offering…a beaver family would take up residence. We’d clear the brush…and it would grow back with vigor. I’d rework the trails…and the lines would be fuzzy by dawn the next day.
Ah, perhaps we her wild, then.
Deep medicine. Playful Heart.
The wilds taught me that I do not have to prove my worth. That I undo the automation that beckons us all by rebelling in apples, shells, and bee buzz.
My love. Let’s make some delicious mischief moving forward….
