As I finalize my transition to living in Seattle, Hawk Hill, the name of my farm and home in Missouri, has been sold. Hawk-Hill.com however, will stay online and I have many projects and tutorials planned for the coming months.
Early this fall, as my community gathered to mark the beginning of a new year and welcome new sojourners into our midst, I left. After a long season of Hawk Hill on the real estate market while I transitioned to and began to grow rooted in Seattle, I accepted an offer to purchase the house and land. With a third party arranging sale of the contents, I returned to the house less to gather belongings and pack up treasures and more for the purpose of naming and grieving the end of my time in a place that had been good for my soul in many ways.
Hawk Hill was, at some point in it’s 100 year old history, a commercial vineyard. Old bottles stowed and dusty in the back of one of the barns bore remembrance of the history. One gnarled and aged grapevine remained entwined permanently as part of the fence around the stable. All the other grapevines had died or been removed, but this one remained. As I gardened my way through the first spring at Hawk Hill, I cared for this vine and felt a voice I believe to be God promising this property would see a vineyard restored in my time. Each spring I was determined to nurture this one remaining grape vine into a fruitful bounty and each fall I admitted defeat. Late freezes, marauding chickens, and a pony that developed a taste for grape leaves all conspired to foil my plans to restore this grapevine. In later years, I added new plantings from catalogs promising compatibility with my zone and aggressive growth- and each new vine failed.
It was not until I ventured to Seattle and began this new chapter that I recognized the fruitful harvest that had indeed been tenderly nurtured and brought maturation at Hawk Hill was, in fact, within myself. Hawk Hill was a place of beauty and comfort where I got to explore my gifts, use my body in creativity and nurturing the gardens, and most significantly where I grew the most psychologically. At Hawk Hill I came to understand and honor the wounded parts of myself and grow the ability to think and move in the world as an independent, kind, truth-telling woman.
As that chapter ends, I am thankful for the opportunity to stop tonight and thank God for all the blessings and difficulties I experienced in this place. The last papers were signed this morning and tonight new owners call Hawk Hill home. I bless them in their journey and hope the house is a home to them in seasons of joy and growth as it was for me.
As for this blog, it turns out I have much to blog about as I decorate, create, and explore my world in Seattle. I have many posts scheduled and planned for the coming months, so while Hawk Hill as my home may be over, for me, Hawk-Hill.com as my blog will be around for a long time to come as I continue to welcome sojourners on my creative adventures in decor and lifestyle. Worth noting, my current life as a grad student has birthed some new blogging adventures. LindsayBraman.com catalogs my doodle notes and tips and tricks for taking doodle notes and/or bullet journaling, LiveToTellTheStory.com is serving as a repository for my grad school papers, and HopeFromAshes.com houses my (very occasionally posted) prose and personal essays.
As I Remember Hawk Hill
Not visiting Hawk Hill during or after the estate sale was an intentional choice for me. As I move into a new chapter, I decided to arrange my visit so that I could preserve Hawk Hill in my memory as I knew it- cozy and whimsically decorated – rather than cold and empty of the creativity and care I invested in my decor. Since I’ve ending my AirBnB listing, I want to preserve those photos and here seems like a great place to store those images of my beloved home.