Coming Home: Building in North Carolina and Answering the Call to Live in Harmony with the Earth
There’s a deep knowing that lives in the body—an ancient pulse that stirs when we stand on the land we are meant to tend. For me, that land is nestled in the rolling embrace of the Blue Ridge Mountains, in the place where I was born and to which I now return to root.
After years of living across the West-Alaska, California, Oregon, Hawaii and journeying to sacred sites around the world-from Ireland to Egypt to Nepal, I never imagined I’d come home to the south. But the land called, as it often does when we’re listening closely. And this time, I could feel it in my heart AND in my bones.
This return is more than a relocation. It’s a homecoming to lineage, to rhythm, to nature. I am in the process of building a home. Yes, it IS a physical structure that is being built-but more than that, I’m building a life that reflects my deepest values: stewardship, beauty, community, coherence.
The mountains here hold a gentle power. They are old, wise, and quiet in their strength. They’ve shown me that healing is not always about doing more, but about aligning with the natural world and letting the cycles of life support our nervous systems, our bodies, and our becoming.
Building on this land is an act of reverence. It’s a prayer to the earth, an offering of service, and a commitment to live in a way that is both simple and profoundly connected. I’m not building just for myself-I’m dreaming a space where others can come to remember, to reconnect, and to experience a different rhythm of life. A place where community grows organically, where the land is honored, and where coherence is cultivated from the ground up.
This season of life feels like a weaving of everything I’ve studied, practiced, and remembered-into form. It’s a movement from vision into embodiment. And I’m learning to trust the timing, the process, and the call to live not just on the land, but with it.
