The Orchard
Where symbols ripen into resonance
Here in the Orchard, the branches bear more than fruit.
They carry sigils, glyphs, and symbols —
each one shimmering a silent song.
Hanging like lanterns, grown from silence into form,
living shapes that whisper you home.
They’re not to decipher, not to be understood.
Simply savor them with presence,
like precious fruit in your hand.
The Orchard
"Soul chosen fruit of resonance and remembrance"
Every sigil in this Orchard is a seed,
planted in the soil of silence,
watered by breath,
and ripened in the light of remembrance.
They are not messages, yet they speak.
They are not teachings, yet they transmit.
They are invitations — living frequencies
meant to be sat with, felt, and received.
Some may open like a doorway,
others like a mirror,
and some like a gentle bell
echoing through your being.
You do not choose which fruit to taste.
The Orchard offers one at a time,
letting the field guide your hand
to what is most needed now.
Sit with it as long as you wish.
Let its lines and spirals
speak directly to your cells,
to your remembering.
When you are ready,
you may linger with the one given,
or reach again —
and another fruit will fall into your palm.
Sit with this fruit, let it ripen in your hand
Or
Reach again
and trust the Orchard to reveal another
(clicking this flow again block will refresh the post to offer another – while the visitor remains at this section of the page (doesn’t return to the top part)