Every day the farmhouse is emptier as the storage containers are packed.

What does it mean to move something that feels fixed?

What does it mean to move a whole herd, to pack stories like boxes, and to listen for what the new land will say back?

This piece traces the weeks leading into our first wedding anniversary, the closing on Lavender Hill, and the beginning of Bramblewood’s move. It holds anxiety, cats in boxes, and white oaks with roots turned skyward. It is about leaving and arriving, about the weight of the past, anxiety for the future, and believing in community when everything feels uncertain.

If you’d like to step deeper into this transition:

Read the full post: The Safe I Can't Unlock

Read Tamar Reno's words about leaving and arriving: Bramblewood Goodbye and Hello

Help the herd makes their move: Save Bramblewood Stables GoFundMe

Sponsor an Individual Horse: at our campaign

Photos by Jessi Nichols Photography

Bramblewood Stables at Lavender Hill is waiting — and we are almost there.

Love, Kim

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