“The Bridge Between Worlds”

There are moments when the threads of past and present weave together so seamlessly that you can feel the larger hand guiding it all. This week was one of those moments.

Under the glow of the Beaver Full Moon, a moon of preparation, building, and gathering what will sustain us through the darker season, I was pulled to trace the lines of my maternal grandmother’s father’s lineage. I wasn’t searching for anything specific, but as always, when the moon pulls, I listen. And what I found stopped me in my tracks.

I learned that my 10th great-grandfather, William Adams, crossed the ocean in 1635 to help establish the early colonies of what would become Massachusetts, the same soil I now walk upon, the same land where Thrivewell has taken root. He lived just north of here, in Ipswich and Cambridge, helping to shape what was then called the “New World.”

When I saw his name written beneath that of the great-grandfather of John Adams, our second president, something inside me stirred, not because of proximity to history, but because of recognition. These were people who came here with hope in their hearts and a vision of something better, something that didn’t yet exist, but that they believed could. That faith in possibility runs through my blood.

I’ve always said I feel history more than I remember it, that when I stand in places touched by those who came before, I can sense their breath, their courage, their prayers. This week reminded me why.

As I uncovered more about my lineage, I found myself standing in a convention center surrounded by lights, voices, and energy, launching Thrivewell into the world for the very first time. My ancestors crossed oceans to help shape a new world. I stood beneath fluorescent lights, across from 70 souls who took our Archetype Pathway Quiz, each searching for language for their inner world.

Different centuries.

Same call.

To help people find their place.

But this time, I see what they could not. When they landed, they missed the sacred truth that the land already had its people, its keepers, its wisdom, its rhythm. The work now is not to repeat their story, but to rewrite it with reverence. To remember what was forgotten. To honor the land and those who have always called it home.All week, I could feel their presence, not as ghosts of the past, but as roots under my feet, reminding me that the work I’m doing now is not new. It’s a continuation. They built settlements; I am building sanctuaries. They sought freedom; I am seeking healing. They carved paths through forests; I am creating pathways for the soul.

When people stopped by our booth and said, “This feels so different… so accurate… so real,” I felt that ripple of something much larger than myself. I spent two months creating the Thrivewell Core, the five Pillars and twelve Archetype Pathways, words and wisdom that once lived only in my mind, heart, and spirit. And now, it exists in form. In print. In conversation. In connection.

To watch people’s eyes light up as they discovered their archetype… to see tears, laughter, and recognition… it felt like the bridge I’ve been building between worlds was finally walked upon.

And yet, what moved me most wasn’t the praise or even the success of the booth, it was the reminder that this vision has never been mine alone. It is shared. It is ancestral. It is collective.

To everyone who stood by me this week, my parents, Matt, my dear friend Brittany (who quite literally gave her entire weekend to make this possible), and all who have believed when this was just an idea whispered to the wind, thank you. You are the living embodiment of the Thrivewell spirit.

This week, I learned something else too: To be entrusted with a vision like this is both an honor and a responsibility.

To hold it with integrity.

To keep its purpose clear.

To never forget that the true magic of this work lives not in perfection, but in presence.

The Beaver Moon illuminated the timing perfectly. Just as the beaver builds its dam before winter, I was guided to gather the materials of my own foundation, wisdom, lineage, purpose, and community. I see now that this season of creation is not just about what I’m building on the outside, but what’s awakening on the inside.

I’m beginning to understand that this is the work I was born to do and that I’ve been preparing for it across lifetimes.

This weekend, I felt my ancestors in the hum of the crowd. I felt them in the quiet moments before the doors opened. I felt them in the warmth of Brittany’s laughter, in Matt’s steady presence, in my parents proud voices, in every person who stopped at our booth and said, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Neither have I, and yet somehow, I’ve seen it before.

In dreams.

In visions.

In the marrow of my being.

This was not just the unveiling of Thrivewell Hub. It was the unveiling of a calling generations in the making.

And as I sit here tonight, tired, grateful, and still processing it all, I can say with absolute certainty: this is only the beginning.

Thank you for being part of it.

Thank you for believing in it.

And thank you for walking this bridge between worlds with me.

With all my heart,

Kelley