Mending Fences

This one is called “Mending Fences.”

Out here, fences don’t last forever. They shift. They break. They weather and wear down over time.

You check them. You patch them. Sometimes you take the whole thing down and start again.

Mending a fence isn’t a failure. It’s love.

It means you care enough to make it strong again.

Relationships are the same. They don’t have to be perfect to be worth repairing.

Is there something in your life that could be mended—not forced, not fixed—just gently seen and tended to?

You’ll know.

Why This Story Matters – from Carmel:

“This one came from a real day of mending wire on the land. But in the end, I didn’t stay—I left my marriage, and it was the right decision. PJ and I built something different, something deeply grounded. This note still matters to me—not because I chose to repair that old relationship, but because I chose to honour myself. Sometimes mending means rebuilding your own life.”