I carry within me the Innocent, the part of me that still believes in fresh starts. Each morning, each spring on my land, whispers to me: “It’s not too late to begin again.”
The Explorer in me refuses to live in cages. I wander ridge tops in Wisconsin and coastlines in Mexico, and I roam the landscapes of my own mind with the same hunger for wide horizons.
The Sage guides my steps inward. I seek truth beneath the surface—through healing, meditation, food as medicine, and the mysteries of the body and spirit. Wisdom is my compass.
But I am also the Hero, walking five miles a day, facing illness and setbacks, and still rising. My story is one of persistence, of pressing forward when the road is steep.
The Caregiver lives in my heart. Sky View Ridge is not just a project; it is sanctuary. I name cabins after my grand-nieces and nephews as acts of love, so others can rest in the shelter I’ve built.
The Creator is my hands and imagination. I shape raw land into pathways, dreams into wood and stone. What I envision, I bring into form, leaving beauty where there was none before.
The Ruler helps me bring order to it all—driveways, wells, cabins, systems. I am building not just structures, but a legacy, a place that will stand and serve beyond me.
The Magician reminds me that transformation is possible. I believe in change: land into sanctuary, illness into healing, limitation into strength. I see what could be and call it into being.
The Lover softens me. I pause for birdsong, for sunsets, for the joy of family and the tenderness of belonging. My passion is woven into everything I create.
The Rebel keeps me fiery. I refuse to accept “this is just how it is.” I break limits, challenge rules, and carve my own way forward.
The Jester keeps me light. Even when life feels heavy, I find the smile, the wit, the reminder not to take myself too seriously.
And always, the Everyperson grounds me. I may build something extraordinary, but I remain ordinary at the core—humble, connected, inviting others to belong in what I create.
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✨ This is my myth: I am a weaver of visions, a seeker of wisdom, a builder of sanctuaries. I carry fire, tenderness, courage, and lightness. I am all the archetypes at once—dancing together in the story I call my life.
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