Sleep Well At Night

It’s looks quiet on the hillside lately,

but it isn’t.

There’s a lot unfolding beneath the surface.

Campfire Dinners begin next month. The land is waking up again.

Most days I’m doing the work no one sees — clearing space, reorganizing, building systems, navigating permits.

I’m learning how to make this place sustainable, not just beautiful.

There’s been loss.
Some of it recent.
Some of it still finding its place in my body.

That loss has shaped how I’m building.

I’m moving slower.
Listening more.

And in the quiet, faith is growing.
Not the loud kind,
but the kind that comes from staying,
from tending,
from trusting the work matters.

I’m shaping retreats around rest and nervous system repair.
Wellness as the foundation,
not an add on.

We’re testing cabins.

Small places to Sleep Well At Night,
breathe deeply,
and wake up without urgency.

Hope feels steadier now.
Rooted in the land.
In shared meals.
In believing this place can hold complexity
and still offer healing.

I’m here.
I’m tending.
I’m continuing.

If you’re here too —
thank you.

This place is becoming something greater,
more grounded,
and real.

Warmly,
Gina