The story behind my About Me photo, and the hidden Kentucky family cemetery where I found an unexpected sense of peace, belonging, and home.
The place I’m standing in has a deeper meaning than I ever could’ve imagined.
From the Archive
If you’ve ever visited my About Me page on the site, you’ve undoubtedly noticed that header pic of me staring into the camera lens, flanked by a creamy bokeh conveniently smearing away the background. This isn’t just a random pic taken on a late winter day in my backyard. I didn’t just say, one day “Here, snap a shot. I need to update my website.” The image is the culmination of a very personal journey, and the place I’m standing in has a deeper meaning than I ever could’ve imagined.
This place, a cemetery named after my family and housing many of said ancestors, is hidden away. It rests on private property and can’t be reached without first getting permission, then hiking well off the beaten path. This day, as I traversed the land in the middle of the beautiful countryside on my way to it, I couldn’t help but slow my pace and savor each step as I gazed around and appreciated the sweet sounds of peace all around me. Chirping birds sat undisturbed, high atop the trees, while a light breeze gently complemented the therapeutic tingling of the freshwater stream, trickling along the creek. This is the world as it is meant to be seen. Nary a trace of mankind along this path and brook aside from a lone, dilapidated barn that sits quietly in the meadow. Did my forefathers build this? I could imagine them over 200 years ago…. moving around, working the land, tending crops, horses, and cattle and growing our family. I could almost hear them, and couldn’t shake this near-euphoric feeling of serenity. I feel like I belong here. This is my home. This is where I’m meant to be.





