01/21/2026
The cold winter air has come for the North. As I wake to look out the window the sun pears in so bright and warm that its hard to imagine that outside this small pane of glass is the cutting of the harsh winter air. The bluejays are at the feeder fluffed up and picking through snow covered seeds to find their favorites, I hear the faint sound of the chickadee calling out and across the yard, the crow has come to sit beneath the apple tree as it does every morning. A reminder of life moving through each day. It never stops, my imagery changes through the window but it never ceases to exist. Some days its birds, some days its squirrels causing chaos fighting for territory and stance, some days the wind is creaking through the trees so fiercely there is no life in site beside the last of the milkweed seeds grasping to their pods or the stalks of a once flowering plant cracking to the ground, some days its blood soaked snow where a creature of my wood lost its fight for survival. In sorrow, despair and fear lives joy wonder and love. I don’t think humankind is really ever meant to understand how those can co-exist together but they do in every day and in every moment and we all are witness to it.
Now more then ever we feel the deep importance of having spaces that shelter people that bring them joy and kindness and wonder that remind them they are home here. We don’t take that responsibility lightly and we never have. Dream Cloud is a space of love and we are the keepers of its energy and vitality, we cultivate its roots just like we cultivate the soil surrounding it to bear blooms and life. You’ve all helped us create this place. Some people have described it as spiritual, as special, as calming, inviting or creative, as sacred and as ritual. What we all created together is a home here. We are home and we will work everyday to protect our home and all people who find themselves here. All we know for sure is that magic exists and while there can’t be light without the dark, light lives here. The resistance lives here.
The death eaters are at our doors.
Evil will not take foothold here. This fortress is protected hand in hand bonded to its duty to protect its peoples. Darkness shall not enter our doors or pass through these walls. Ice melts from these windows and holds no lasting presence. No king rules these lands, the great mother has dominion here. Haven’t you seen her, don’t you hear her, she is ever present in the land we call home. Minnesota.
Light will always find its way through. We thank you all for continuing to hold space for another path. For sharing in the process of coming together, in learning, growth, reciprocity and in community. The tragic and despicable acts of closed-minded and viscous violence against our brothers and sisters is not where the story ends. Tyrants and autocratic oligarchs expose themselves through hate, greed, dishonesty and sloth. The blind hubris of the elite has always been a poetic catalyst for their inevitable downfall. We look forward to the way there, cherishing each moment and opportunity to foster genuine love for nature, oneself, and other life forms along the way.
In the face of great change and even greater adversity, we remind ourselves and our loved ones that no matter how small you feel in this world, you can have an enormous impact on the well-being of yourself and others. Kindness starts with one life pausing to share its vitality with another. The same way our dear friend the hummingbird fills our hearts by simply existing, we can fill the heart of our culture by crafting an existence full of grace, generosity, and mutual aid.
