09/03/2026
I stand where the lightning strikes and the deep earth answers.Let it be known to the canopy above and the soil below that I walk this forest not as a stranger, but as a witness to its oldest pact. The thunder that shatters the sky does not tear the trees down; it calls to the roots coiled deep within the dark, waking the strength that sleeps in the stone.With every step I take upon this damp moss, the pulse of the storm becomes my own.I declare my belonging to this wild ground. I claim the resilience of the oak that holds firm against the gale, and the patience of the root that drinks the rain. Let the storms come. Let the sky break. My foundation is anchored in the deep, and I will not be moved.
Hannah Strangways
