Remembering the Old Ways

Somewhere along the line, we forgot.

Not completely. Not forever.

But just enough to look away from the fire, to stop listening for the streams, to ignore the quiet wisdom of nettles pushing through the soil.

These old ways—of making, gathering, tending, and moving with the land—were never lost. They’ve been waiting.In our hands. In our bones. In the parts of us that still know how to live without asking permission.

We were never meant to forget how to build a fire from wood we gathered ourselves.

Or how to find clean water.

Or what the wild plants have to offer when we meet them with care.

We were never meant to be helpless. Or hungry. Or dependent on systems that do not love us back.

This isn’t about survival. It’s about rhythm.

It’s about remembering the things that make us feel human again.

You’ll find these skills listed in the Remembering section of the journal—one at a time, with depth and care. Fire. Water. Foraging. And more.

Each shared so you can live them—not just learn them.

You don’t need to know everything to begin.

You only need to begin.