Tag: life

  • A Place to Return To

    After the fence was finishedand the conversations about utilities began,we could have continued immediately. Another call.Another decision.Another visible step forward. But something inside us felt steady. For years, travel meant movement without anchors.We would leave, explore, absorb new landscapes —and then return…but never quite to something that felt truly ours. There was always a sense…

  • The Fence. Before Electricity.

    Before we started bringing electricity to the land.Before utilities, companies, contracts, and waiting.We did one thing that seemed simpler. We built a fence. Not because it was a big project.But because it was one we still felt able to do ourselves. A first boundary A fence is not just about separation.It is the first gesture…

  • What We Didn’t See (or Didn’t Want To)

    We already had the land.Before the purchase, we checked the zoning plan.Yes, building was allowed.On paper, everything was fine. What we didn’t fully see were the things that don’t show up on maps so easily. The things you quietly accept We knew there were no utilities on the land.We knew access wouldn’t be perfect.We knew…

  • We took the long way

    It took a long time before the land became ours. Not because it wasn’t there —but because we weren’t ready to say yes. We traveled.We returned.We hesitated. And even when the land was available, we waited. Until one evening, after another return,we went there without a plan —just to look. The sun was setting.The light…

  • THE BEGINNING

    In the beginning, there was light.Not a plan. Not a house. Not a clear vision of the future.Just light — resting briefly on the landscape — and a quiet feeling that we should stay. We searched for a place for a long time.Not efficiently. Not quickly.For almost ten years, we crossed the country back and…

  • Six Blocks — a beginning

    This is not a story about perfect plans.It’s a story about space.About slowing down.About choosing less, and finding more inside it. Six Blocks was never meant to be a blueprint.It started as an idea — maybe six containers, maybe fewer, maybe something else entirely.Because life doesn’t follow sketches. It edits them. What matters is not…

  • Between pauses

    There are moments that don’t ask to be captured. Not because they are insignificant,but because they already exist fullywithout being framed. This was one of those days. No light breaking through clouds.No dramatic contrast.Just the quiet continuation of things being as they are. The field didn’t change.The trees didn’t move closer or farther away.And yet,…

  • Another small beginning

    This is not a finished thought.Just a place to see how the page breathes when there is more to read.Some words exist only to test space, rhythm, and silence.

  • A quiet beginning

    This space didn’t start with a plan.It started with a need for quiet. A place between the forest and the human trace.Between observation and participation. I don’t know yet what this will become.But I know how it should feel.