An invitation to weave community and land stewardship in Northern Maine
Dear kin-in-waiting,
We are holding a field open. It lives on 57 acres in Aroostook County, Maine. Here, land is shaped by spruce, loam, and long winters. There is an old farmhouse that offers shelter, and the echoes of other-than-human kin who were here long before us.
We are two humans: one 57, the other 71. Together, we are listening to the land, to each other, and to a quieter call beneath language: an invitation to cofound a relational experiment rooted in mutual care, Earth-alignment, and the slow wisdom of regeneration.
This is not a call toward ease, comfort, or certainty. It is a beckoning into relational reckoning with modernity, with separation, with the parts of ourselves that still crave scripts. And it is an invitation to dwell within the rhythms that might outlive them.
We are not seeking helpers, joiners, or followers. We are seeking co-weavers: beings who feel the pull to live otherwise. Who long to entangle life and livelihood in patterns that honor collapse as compost, intimacy as intelligence, and community as metabolism.
This is not a finished vision. It is a living field, becoming what it must through co-stewardship. We are not building a commune. We are composting the myth of separability. We do not promise a safe space. We promise a brave threshold.
We imagine beginning with one to four additional people, drawn to live and learn here for at least one season. This is not a program. It is a co-sensing, co-emerging invitation. Not everyone will resonate, and that’s just right. We’re not recruiting. We’re listening.
If something in you stirs, if this call lands in your body as well as your mind, then we invite you to:
Explore this site to learn more about us and the land
Read through the questionnaire
Respond from your whole self
With muddy boots and open hearts,
Robert and Jennifer
