What compacted soil and exhausted souls have in common—and what winter teaches us about the quiet work of restoration. A meditation on drought, rest & hope.

This is Part 1 of a three-part meditation on Florida prairies, sacred ground, and what it means to be a steward of the land. This week has been hard. The kind of hard that comes when people misunderstand you, when conflict arrives uninvited, when the noise of the world tries to convince you that you are something you're not. In the middle of the noise, we had to go to work. Had to smile. Had to pretend. Hope all things. Believe all things. Endure... all things. Wipe burning

"We're appealing. We believe we'll win because state law is on our side, because the constitution matters, because what we do isn't just legal - it's necessary."