You may not know that I've been pursuing real estate both as an investor and an agent for the last couple of years. This transition has opened up a new world for me. It's expanded my community, invigorated my entrepreneurial spirit, and afforded me such dynamic challenges and opportunities. I am so grateful to have fallen down this rabbit hole!


Who Is Asheville is a local podcast run by a friend of mine in the real estate space. I'm honored he wanted to sit down with me. And I'm grateful he cut out all the stupid parts. Listen as I discuss my transition from agriculture to real estate, my pursuit of financial freedom, my heart for affordable housing and service, and the mindset of success.


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the sweet us;

nurtured week after week

by each of our own sweet hearts


we were sanctified

doused in holy water

priestess-anointed,

sweetly appointed

to transcribe the meaning of love

into the future,

fiercely


and at the end,

like a mist

you each evaporated before me

you disintegrated like stardust,

floated up into the starlit sky


and god graced me

kneeling in the leaf litter,

arms and heart open,

you did not fly away.


instead, the vaporous you,

the misty us,

the great feminine sisterhood,

all that divine love,

flew into my gaping mouth


thirst-quenched,

heaven-sent

i'm holding on to your

magnificence

lapping, panting

this wave yearns for me,

comes

to me


layers of mirrors crash

on the shore

sun-kissed above,

churning below


glassy water kisses the air

just above the surface

kiss, after kiss

each wave

a lover's embrace


in this water -

i am home


/


open mouth breathes in

the humid and dank

afternoon air


that air that

envelops me sweetly

every time i ask it to


the galax blooms,

and i relish

in it's summer funk


in this smell -

i am home.


/


blooming mountain laurel splay open

their angled blooms

wrap 'round a nucleus

like me around you


we wait for the sky

to open up

we wait for the rain

to let go of itself

to deeply exhale


then sunrise brings soft eyes

and the world moves slowly

around it's malleable axis


in Appalachia -

i am home.