On November 21st, something unexpected cracked open a part of me I thought time had sealed. A simple phone call with my mother turned into the moment a twenty-year-old story resurfaced, the story of Jet, the young black-and-white horse who once mirrored the truest version of myself. I didn’t know it then, but losing her was the first time I stepped off my own path. For years, Jet lived quietly in the background of my memory, a thread running through my life in ways I never fully understood. She appeared in symbols, in colors, in choices, in moments of intuition I didn’t yet know how to trust. And on this day, under a retrograde meant for revisiting old wounds, everything aligned. The past walked back in, not as nostalgia, but as a call to heal something I had carried across two decades of becoming.

This is a story about destiny, timing, and the full-circle moments that reveal who we were always meant to be. A story of a horse, a girl, and the winding path that brings us back to ourselves.

This week brought a powerful alignment on both the cosmic and personal level, a solar storm, the 11/11 portal, Northern Lights across the country, and a breakthrough that changed everything for Thrivewell. In just two days, the first full draft of The Thrivewell Core Philosophy poured onto the page, and by November 15th the manuscript was officially completed and submitted for pre-publishing review. After months of building, breaking open, and realigning, the philosophy that anchors Thrivewell is finally ready to meet the world. The book will open for pre-orders in December and officially launch on January 1, 2026, marking both New Year’s Day and the 30-day countdown to the Thrivewell Hub Grand Opening. The very first physical copies will be available at our Grand Opening Weekend.

Under the light of the Beaver Full Moon, I traced my lineage back to my 10th great-grandfather and felt the weight of generations guiding me. Days later, as Thrivewell took its first public form at the Expo, I realized the connection, my ancestors built settlements; I am building sanctuaries. What once lived only in my heart is now alive in the world, and this is only the beginning.

As October folds into November, something ancient begins to stir. The air shifts, the light softens, and storms seem to find their way back into my story, as if reminding me that chaos and calm are part of the same rhythm. From being born during Hurricane Gloria to feeling the winds of Hurricane Melissa on Samhain, I’m beginning to see the quiet poetry beneath it all, the way nature, remembrance, and spirit all move in spirals, returning us again and again to the center: to stillness, to gratitude, to peace.

While reading about Cerridwen’s cauldron, I realized how my Greek and Celtic roots, Thrivewell’s twelve pathways, and the universe’s timing all flow together in one sacred design. And then, as if to affirm it, my one small treat from this week’s order arrived, a tiny cauldron, right on cue.

While listening to a single lyric about dancing through lightning strikes, I remembered that I was born in a hurricane and realized that the storm wasn’t something I survived. It was something that shaped me. This week, as I build Thrivewell’s foundation, I’m learning to honor both the structure and the storm.

This is the week everything begins to take form, the lease, the investor, the vision. What once lived only in faith is becoming tangible, and every step forward feels guided by something greater. The foundation is real now, and so is the trust that built it.

After months of reaching, waiting, and wondering, I’ve learned that stillness isn’t the absence of movement, it’s the sacred inhale before creation. This letter is about trusting divine timing, honoring the spiral, and realizing that the light doesn’t always return with noise, it returns when we’re finally ready to carry it.

For three months I lived in the sacred in-between, suspended between fear and faith, between holding on and letting go. Then, on 10/10, something shifted. Every piece I’d been waiting for finally fell into place. The investor. The lease. The yes. After years of rebuilding and believing, I realized the miracle wasn’t that it happened, it’s that I never stopped trusting it would.

This week stretched me thinner than I’ve ever been, mind, body, and faith. I’ve battled the dark thoughts that rise like waves, shown up empty, and still kept walking the path. Under the full moon, I reread two pages that have carried me through my recovery, Page 417 on acceptance and Page 63’s Third Step Prayer. One asks me to stop fighting what is, the other to hand over what will be. Together they form the spiral between fear and trust — the space where I keep turning toward the light.

On my very first birthday in recovery, I stood in the woods with my dog and felt utterly lost. I told myself I didn’t want my birthday to be a big deal, but the truth was I didn’t know how to hold celebration.

This year, I turned forty, and I took a similar photo. Same woods, same dog, but a very different woman. What once felt like an image of uncertainty now feels like a portrait of arrival. Because I am not lost anymore. I have arrived, with love, with purpose, and with light I’m finally willing to carry.

I’m standing at the edge of my dream with lease signing just days away. One threshold is already a yes, but two remain uncertain, the town and the funding. It’s terrifying and humbling, a razor’s edge between holding it all in my hands and watching it slip away, reminding me of the surrender I first learned in early sobriety.

This past week I found myself living in two arenas at once, one filled with the grit and grace of Regionals, the other with the quiet patience of waiting while a business proposal was considered. Both experiences revealed the same truth: that the micro moments of discipline, presence, and surrender always echo into the macro vision we are building. Each stride, each pause, each act of trust becomes part of the larger spiral of legacy.

I share what it feels like to build Thrivewell in uncertain times, crossing stones that shift beneath me, living the spiral of growth, and realizing at the end of the rainbow that I am the treasure. This is my journey of resilience, renewal, and becoming the Phoenix, Trailblazer, and Dreamer.

Thrivewell is more than a wellness project, it is a living story unfolding in chapters. Kelley has always seen the vision in full, much like a finished painting, and then worked backwards to trace the path that brings it to life. That vision is the Thrivewell Estate, a sanctuary of healing, recovery, and community. Along the way, the dream takes form through the Thrivewell Hub, a preview storefront offering transformation experiences, and the Thrivewell Chronicles, a growing body of writing including Past Life Love and letters from the founder.

Kelley’s journey reflects the heart of Thrivewell: that anything is possible when you do the work and believe in magic. From guided journals and visionary storytelling to immersive community spaces, every branch of Thrivewell is connected to the same root, the creation of a sacred place where people can restore, grow, and thrive.

Thrivewell Hub is the first storefront branch of Thrivewell Estate, located in the heart of Northbridge, MA. More than a wellness space, the Hub is designed as a community gathering place offering our signature Pathway Pods™, immersive, guided experiences in meditation, journaling, sound, and ritual. Each pod reflects one of twelve archetypes, inviting guests to pause, reset, and reconnect.

With an ambitious opening planned for January 2026, Thrivewell Hub will serve as both a preview and a catalyst for the larger vision of Thrivewell Estate, a sanctuary rooted in recovery, healing, and conscious community. Here, you’ll find transformation woven into design, storytelling, and shared experience.

It has been thirty days since I turned in my resignation, and in that time I’ve been reflecting on the anchors that carried me through both my darkest seasons and into this new beginning. In this letter, I share how presence has shaped my path, how small moments can ripple into lasting transformation, and how Thrivewell Estate is beginning to reveal itself in a quiet preview, a space where stillness, healing, and joy can take root.

The signs have been here all along, in the sky, in the stories, in the quiet moments that make me stop and breathe as if the air itself has shifted. I see now this is only the beginning, hiding in plain sight.

While the civil suit runs its course, I’m turning back to my book. Past Life Love poured out of me so quickly the first draft is already written. Now it’s time to fine tune, edit, and publish, the first of a trilogy about awakening, becoming, and return.

In the span of three days, I stood in the flarelight of my grandfather’s memory, stepped into an aligned meeting on the Lions Gate Portal, and reflected under the Sturgeon Full Moon. Each moment cracked something open in me, revealing not only where I come from, but the way my mind and vision are wired to build Thrivewell Estate.

From my grandfather’s twenty seconds of light in a dark trench, to my own twenty seconds that began my recovery, to the conversations that reminded me why I’m here, I’ve crossed thresholds I can’t uncross. I’ve found the courage to stand in the fullness of what I see, and the clarity to bring it into the world layer by layer.

This journey isn’t just mine. We all have flarelight moments, bursts of hope in the dark, that carry us forward. Thrivewell Estate is my way of turning those moments into a place where others can find theirs.

On a warm summer evening at a local water lantern festival, something extraordinary happened. Surrounded by glowing lights, sacred symbols, and community stories, I received a message that connected me directly to the living descendant of Chester Whitin Lasell, the man who built the original manor at the heart of Thrivewell Estate. What followed was a profound moment of synchronicity, lineage, and healing. In this Founder’s Letter, I share the story of that night, the stolen plaque, and the ancestral threads now weaving through my own journey.