A Declaration of Sacred Alignment

For Rooted Remembrance

I name this work as sacred.
I name it as true.
Rooted Remembrance is not a brand—it is my soul’s vow made visible.
It is my bridge stone.
It is my way of carrying the vision of rising together.

This work was never meant to fight the old.
It was meant to midwife the new.

It honors the slow.
It honors the wounded.
It honors the compost of what I’ve survived,
and the deep knowing I carried in before I was born.

This path is not a detour.
It is the path.
The true one.
The one I’ve always known,
even in silence.
Even in shadow.

May Rooted Remembrance serve the Turning.
May it hold space for the holy, the neuro-spicy, the tender-hearted,
and the wildly awake.

And may I trust it.
Even when I doubt myself.
Even when I forget the shape of the map.
Even when the old world whispers that I’ve gone too far.

Because I have gone far—
far enough to find my soul again.

This work is aligned.
This work is alive.
This work is mine.