The Quiet Holler

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Welcome to The Quiet Holler — a resting place for second chapters and slower days.

Once, my life moved to the cadence of courtrooms and deadlines.
Now I listen for gentler things — wind threading through the trees, a creek whispering over stone, the hush of morning fog settling in the valley.

This is a place of remembering —
of kin and land and the stories that echo in these hills.
I’ve returned to the mountains that raised my ancestors, to soil stitched with memory, to seasons that offer their own steady prayer.

Here, I am learning to go slowly.
To trade urgency for presence.
To let the ordinary be holy.

Chop wood. Carry water. Live in the quiet.

Welcome, friends.