I found a Love…

I found a love—

Not in a person,

but in a path.

A place.

A sanctuary.

A love that grounds me in the bones of this land,

whispering through riverstone pathways

beneath the Grandmother and Grandfather trees—

where matriarch and patriarch meet

beneath the Seven Sisters Grove.

The creation of this sanctuary is more than just a landscaping project,

It was seeded in a dream that has lived in me for decades

There is a pulse I felt the moment I first stepped foot on this land—long before I had the tools, the means, or the strength to bring it to life. I sensed it. Not with my eyes, but with my body. With the ancient parts of me that remembered. I could feel something sacred beneath the surface. I didn’t know when or how it would come to be, but I could feel its call. It was never about building something impressive. It was about answering something ancient.

My dream had been held in the quiet of stagnancy for years. Yet, just as a fire blazes through the forest before fresh shoots appear, my dream was germinated beneath layers of grief, of letting go, of burning down what no longer belonged. This path was not a straight line. It never is. There were sacrifices. Unimaginable losses. The dismantling of roles, identities, comforts. There were days of doubt and deep rupture. There were seasons of stillness, when nothing seemed to be growing—yet everything was quietly rearranging itself.

And in this growth…

I’ve found a love.

Not in a person.

But in a path.

A place.

A pulse.

A love that grounds me in the bones of this land.

A love that whispers through the Riverstone Pathways,

beneath the gaze of the Grandmother and Grandfather trees—

where matriarch and patriarch meet

beneath the Seven Sisters Grove.

But it wasn’t always this way.

There was a time when this very corner of the land—the sacred grove I always knew held something holy—was heavy with the stagnant energy of neglect.

It had been used as a dumping ground.

A dark, dense weight that made me avoid this space entirely.

grieving the dream that felt shrouded in an energy of

And so part of this journey—this prophecy, this creation—was the clearing.

The reclaiming.

The deep devotion to restoring purity,

to calling in clean, pristine energies that honoured the land.

To finally revealing the potential that had been waiting here all along.

This sanctuary was never simply an idea.

It was a remembrance.

A vision that returned to me, again and again, until I could no longer ignore it.

It has been dreamt for decades.

Held in vision.

Breathed into soil.

And now—created.

Not only by my hands,

but by my community,

by the strength of men who moved earth

to meet the heart of a woman.

This wasn’t just about selecting a barrel sauna or designing a beautiful garden.

This was a mysterious unfolding of the unknown.

A sacred co-creation between my feminine vision,

the physical strength of men and machines,

and the ancient heartbeat of this land.

This is what happens when we come together—

when we bring all parts of ourselves, and one another,

into sacred union.

When feminine vision and masculine action entwine—

not in domination, but in devotion.

The land called me home.

And in answering, I’ve created something

that mirrors my own inner union.

A reflection of love.

A spiritual awakening made physical.

A reverent offering back to the Earth.

But now the land speaks again—

and the message is clear:

bring them together.

Bring the women.

Bring the men.

Bring the families.

Bring the community.

The call now is not just to sanctuary.

It is to gathering.

To union beyond the self.

To bringing together the ones who remember,

the ones who are ready,

the ones who have something sacred to co-create.

It’s what happens when we allow the inner union

to rise and replenish.

When we let go of what no longer serves,

so the seeds we carry can root and take form.

When spirit takes shape through soil, sweat, and sacred dreaming.

This is not just a love for a space.

It is a love that has shaped me.

A love that reflects back to me the beauty of devotion,

of coherence, of aligned creation.

This is love made real.

This is union embodied.

What you see now—this sanctuary, this reel, these images—

they are not just visuals.

They are a glimpse into a prayer.

A song.

A love story.

One that continues to unfold—beneath the Seven Sisters,

and deep within the heart of the woman I have become.