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Unscripted — Week 5: Life at Oak Hollow: Why We Built a Place for Presence

Welcome to Unscripted — a weekly reflection on living without inherited stories, rigid identities, or predetermined purpose. Each Monday, I explore a different facet of this shift toward presence and clarity, one moment, one breath, one pencil stroke at a time.

Oak Hollow didn’t begin as a plan.

There was no mission statement, no long-term vision document, no intention to “build a place” for anyone else. What existed first was a piece of land and a growing awareness that life felt different there—quieter, less insistent, less arranged.

Not escape.
Pause.

Room to stop long enough to notice what was already happening.

Over time, that pause began to take shape.

A Place That Doesn’t Demand Performance

Oak Hollow sits on seventy acres in North Alabama. There are trees and trails, uneven ground, long stretches where nothing happens at all. There are dogs—rescued, stubborn, affectionate—who don’t care what day it is or what you planned to accomplish. There are cabins, a greenhouse, a workshop, a small library, and projects that move forward slowly, by hand.

Most days include quiet labor:
splitting wood
fixing something that broke
walking the land
feeding animals
sitting without doing much at all

None of it is optimized.
None of it is symbolic.

It isn’t curated for an audience.

It’s just life, lived close enough to feel.

Why Build Anything at All?

At some point it became clear that presence doesn’t survive easily inside systems designed for constant output. The modern world rewards speed, certainty, and productivity. Even reflection becomes something to perform. Even rest turns into a metric.

Oak Hollow emerged as a counterweight—not in opposition, but in practice.

A place where time stretches back out.
Where days don’t have to justify themselves.
Where work is physical enough to quiet the mind.
Where silence isn’t treated as a problem to solve.

The cabins aren’t being built to retreat from life.
They’re being built to return to it.

Philosophy Made Ordinary

Nothing here is meant to persuade.

The Pencil-Driven Life isn’t taught at Oak Hollow. It’s tested here, daily, in ordinary ways:

Does presence remain when plans fall apart?
Does clarity appear when there’s no deadline?
Can meaning exist without externally assigned purpose?
What happens when attention is allowed to settle instead of being pulled?

Some days the answer is calm.
Other days it’s frustration.
Some days nothing resolves at all.

That, too, belongs.

Oak Hollow doesn’t produce insight on demand.
It simply removes enough noise for what’s already present to be felt.

Not a Retreat—But Becoming Shareable

Oak Hollow didn’t begin as a retreat, and it still resists being packaged as one. It began as a place to live this philosophy day by day.

In early 2026, that life becomes shareable in a small, deliberate way—through the Threshold Cabin, the first space in East Hollow designed for presence rather than escape. What follows after that will unfold the same way Oak Hollow always has: slowly, attentively, and without a script.

There is no program here.
No transformation promised.
No version of yourself you’re expected to become.

Just a place where the noise is lower, the pace is honest, and attention has room to land.

A Living Studio, Not a Destination

I sometimes think of Oak Hollow as a living studio.

Not a finished space.
Not a solution.
Not a destination.

A place where life is lived close enough to notice.

Writing happens here, but it isn’t the point.
Building happens here, but it isn’t the point.
Even presence isn’t a goal.

The land doesn’t care what I understand.
The dogs don’t respond to philosophy.
The work doesn’t become easier because it’s meaningful.

That’s what makes it honest.

Why Share This at All?

Because some readers are looking for evidence—not evidence of ideas, but evidence that life can be lived differently without collapsing.

Oak Hollow isn’t offered as a model.
It’s simply evidence.

Evidence that a quieter life is possible.
That attention can be practiced.
That meaning doesn’t require a script.
That ordinary days are enough.

This isn’t a destination.
It’s a practice.

The pencil moves.
The work continues.
Life unfolds at its own pace.

Unscripted – Week 4: When Life Unravels Slowly — And Why That’s a Gift

Welcome to Unscripted — a weekly reflection on living without inherited stories, rigid identities, or predetermined purpose. Each Monday, I explore a different facet of this shift toward presence and clarity, one moment, one breath, one pencil stroke at a time.

Most of us expect change to announce itself. We imagine turning points as moments—sharp, dramatic, unmistakable. A decision. A crisis. A breaking point. Something that clearly divides before from after.

But for many of us, real change arrives differently.

It comes slowly. Quietly. Almost politely.
So gradually that we don’t recognize it as change at all.

This is the kind of unraveling that doesn’t destroy your life.
It loosens it.

And that slow unraveling, uncomfortable as it can be, may be one of the greatest gifts life offers.

The Myth of the Sudden Awakening

We tend to believe that meaningful transformation should be obvious.

That when something is truly ending, we’ll know.
That when a belief no longer fits, it will collapse under its own weight.
That clarity arrives in a single moment of insight.

Sometimes that happens.

More often, it doesn’t.

More often, life unravels in small, almost forgettable ways:

a question that doesn’t go away
a certainty that feels slightly hollow
a role that requires more effort than it used to
a belief that still works on paper but not in experience

Nothing dramatic breaks.
Nothing visibly fails.

But something quietly loosens.

When the Old Story Stops Carrying You

There is a particular discomfort that comes when a familiar story begins to lose its grip.

Not because it’s been disproven.
Not because you’ve rejected it.
But because it no longer carries the weight it once did.

You may still speak the words.
Still perform the roles.
Still meet expectations.

And yet, something underneath has shifted.

What once felt solid now feels effortful.
What once felt motivating now feels heavy.
What once felt certain now feels… thin.

This isn’t confusion.
It’s misalignment.

And misalignment doesn’t demand immediate action.
It asks for attention.

Why Slow Unraveling Is Kinder Than Sudden Collapse

A sudden collapse forces change.

A slow unraveling invites it.

When life unravels slowly, you’re given time:

time to notice
time to grieve without drama
time to loosen without tearing
time to let clarity emerge on its own

Nothing has to be burned down.
Nothing has to be replaced immediately.

The Pencil-Driven Life trusts this pace.

Just as a pencil erases lightly—without ripping the page—life often revises us gently, one line at a time.

Living Through the In-Between

The most difficult part of slow unraveling is not knowing what comes next.

You haven’t arrived somewhere new.
But you can’t fully return to where you were.

This in-between can feel unsettling.

There’s less certainty.
Less motivation to defend old positions.
Less urgency to prove anything.

And yet—more honesty.

More listening.
More willingness to pause.
More openness to not knowing.

This is not stagnation.

This is presence learning to lead.

What Presence Reveals During Unraveling

Presence doesn’t rush the unraveling process.

It doesn’t demand answers.
It doesn’t force conclusions.

It simply notices what no longer fits.

Presence allows you to stay with the discomfort long enough to learn from it—without turning it into a problem to solve.

In this space, you may begin to see:

which beliefs require constant reinforcement
which roles you’re performing out of habit
which identities depend on external approval
which expectations no longer reflect who you are

Nothing needs to be resolved immediately.

Seeing is enough.

Why This Phase Is a Gift

Slow unraveling protects you from trading one script for another.

It prevents reactionary change.
It discourages certainty dressed up as freedom.

Instead, it creates space.

Space to respond rather than react.
Space to let go without replacing.
Space to trust what’s unfolding without naming it too quickly.

This is the gift:
you’re not being pushed forward.
You’re being invited inward.

Letting the Pencil Move

The pencil doesn’t rush revisions.

It pauses.
It hovers.
It adjusts lightly.

Living without a script doesn’t mean always knowing where you’re going.
It means staying present while the next line reveals itself.

Slow unraveling teaches this better than certainty ever could.

Because it asks you to stay with what’s real—
even when it hasn’t resolved into something neat.

A Closing Thought

If your life feels like it’s unraveling slowly, gently, without spectacle—nothing may be wrong.

You may not be losing direction.
You may be loosening a story that no longer fits.

Stay with it.

Notice what’s shifting.
Notice what no longer needs defending.
Notice what feels truer when nothing is forced.

The Pencil-Driven Life isn’t built on sudden awakenings.
It’s built on honest noticing.

And sometimes, the most meaningful change arrives quietly—
line by line—
as the pencil moves.

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Unscripted — Week 2: Presence, the Quiet Skill You Already Have

Welcome to Unscripted, a weekly reflection on what it means to live without inherited stories, rigid identities, or predetermined purpose. Each Monday, I explore a different part of this shift toward presence and clarity—one moment, one breath, one pencil stroke at a time.

Presence is often spoken about as if it were rare, advanced, or difficult to attain. Something earned through discipline, training, or years of practice. Something monks cultivate and the rest of us chase.

But presence isn’t something you acquire. It’s something you notice.

You already have it.

What most of us lack isn’t presence—it’s permission to trust it.

What Presence Is (and Isn’t)

Presence isn’t calm. It isn’t silence. It isn’t the absence of thought. It isn’t a permanent state you arrive at and stay in.

Presence is simply being aware of what is happening right now—without immediately trying to fix it, explain it, judge it, or escape it.

It’s the moment you notice your breath without controlling it. The instant you realize you’ve been lost in thought. The pause before a reaction. The awareness that you’re thinking.

Presence is not the elimination of noise. It’s the recognition of it.

And that recognition is already happening—whether you’re aware of it or not.

Why Presence Feels Elusive

If presence is already here, why does it feel so hard to access?

Because we’ve been trained, from early on, to live one step removed from direct experience.

We’re taught to interpret before we feel. To evaluate before we notice. To assign meaning before we sit with what’s happening.

Most of our lives are spent inside commentary:

What this means
What this says about me
What I should do next
How this fits into a larger story

Presence doesn’t live in commentary. It lives before it.

And the mind is very good at pulling us back into narration.

Presence and the Pencil

This is where the pencil matters.

A pencil doesn’t rush. It doesn’t jump ahead. It moves line by line.

When you write with a pencil—physically or metaphorically—you’re forced to slow down enough to stay with what’s here. One word at a time. One stroke at a time.

You can’t write tomorrow’s sentence today. You can’t revise what hasn’t been written yet.

The pencil keeps you honest. It keeps you present.

This is why writing—journaling, reflecting, sketching thoughts—is such a powerful doorway into presence. Not because it produces something, but because it requires attention.

Presence Is Not a Performance

One of the great misunderstandings about presence is the belief that it should look a certain way.

Calm. Peaceful. Centered. Spiritual.

But presence includes:

restlessness
frustration
boredom
doubt
fatigue
grief
joy

Presence isn’t a mood. It’s a relationship to whatever mood is here.

You don’t become present by fixing your inner state. You become present by seeing it clearly.

The moment you notice, “I’m distracted,” presence is already operating. The moment you realize, “I’m anxious,” presence is already here.

You didn’t fail. You woke up.

The Skill You’re Already Using

Think about the last time you caught yourself daydreaming. Or replaying a conversation. Or worrying about something that hasn’t happened.

What noticed that?

That noticing didn’t come from thought. It came before thought.

That’s presence.

You don’t need to build it. You don’t need to strengthen it. You don’t need to protect it.

You only need to stop overlooking it.

Presence is not fragile. It’s constant.

What comes and goes is attention.

Presence and Living Without a Script

Living without a script doesn’t mean living without plans or structure. It means not confusing your plans with reality.

Presence keeps you grounded in what’s actually happening, rather than what should be happening.

When you live from presence:

you respond instead of react
you listen instead of preparing a reply
you notice when a belief no longer fits
you feel when it’s time to let something go

Presence doesn’t give you answers. It gives you clarity.

And clarity changes everything.

Practicing Presence (Without Making It Another Task)

Here’s the paradox: The moment you try to do presence, you lose it.

Presence isn’t practiced by effort. It’s practiced by noticing.

A few gentle invitations—not instructions:

Notice when you’re lost in thought.
Notice the sensation of sitting where you are.
Notice the sound furthest from you.
Notice the impulse to move away from discomfort.
Notice the next breath—without changing it.

Nothing to improve. Nothing to hold onto. Nothing to achieve.

Just noticing.

And when you forget? That noticing is the practice.

Presence Is Enough

Presence doesn’t promise happiness. It doesn’t promise peace. It doesn’t promise certainty.

What it offers is something quieter and more reliable:

honesty.

From that honesty, life begins to untangle itself—not all at once, but moment by moment.

The Pencil-Driven Life isn’t built on constant awareness. It’s built on repeated noticing.

A thousand small returns.

You don’t need a better technique. You don’t need more discipline. You don’t need to become someone else.

You already have the quiet skill you’re looking for.

It’s here— now.

And now.

Unscripted — Week 1: What It Means to Live Without a Script

Welcome to Unscripted, a weekly reflection on what it means to live without inherited stories, rigid identities, or predetermined purpose. Each Monday, I explore a different part of this shift toward presence and clarity—one moment, one breath, one pencil stroke at a time.

Why losing the old storyline becomes freedom rather than loss

For most of my life, I lived by a script I didn’t write.

Not a literal script—not words typed on a page or spoken into a microphone—but a story that explained who I was supposed to be and why. A story that laid out what mattered and what didn’t. A story filled with expectations, obligations, and roles assigned long before I ever had the space or courage to question them.

You probably have a script too. Most people do.

It’s the quiet narrative running beneath everything: This is who I am.This is what I’m supposed to want.This is why my life matters.This is what success looks like.This is what I must protect at all costs.

Scripts are powerful in the way gravity is powerful. You don’t notice them until you try to step outside their pull.

For years, I didn’t. I followed the story I had inherited, edited it lightly at times, rearranged chapters here and there, but never questioned its authorship. It felt like life. It felt like purpose. It felt like meaning.

And then one day—quietly, without drama—the script stopped working.

Not because of a crisis. Not because of a grand revelation. But because something inside me simply saw through it. The storyline I had used to understand myself suddenly felt too small, too tight, too noisy. And once that unraveling began, it didn’t stop. What once felt like identity now felt like confinement.

That unraveling is what eventually became The Pencil-Driven Life.

And this post—this first post in a new chapter of writing—is an attempt to name what it actually means to live without a script.

Not as an idea. Not as a philosophy. But as a daily, lived experience.

The Feel of Life Without a Script

Most people hear “living without a script” and imagine chaos or impulsiveness or aimlessness. But it’s none of those things.

Living without a script doesn’t mean abandoning your life. It means no longer forcing life to match a predetermined storyline.

It means dropping the old belief that you must always be “on track.” It means letting go of the constant self-surveillance that comes from comparing your real life to the fictional one in your head.

It means waking up without the burden of being someone.

When you live without a script:

You don’t need your life to make sense on paper.
You stop trying to justify every choice.
You don’t spend your days defending an identity.
You no longer audition for approval—your own or anyone else’s.
You begin to notice what’s actually happening instead of what “should” be happening.

Freedom doesn’t arrive with fireworks. It arrives quietly, like a breath you didn’t know you were holding finally releasing.

When the Old Storyline Falls Away

Losing your script doesn’t feel like liberation at first. It feels like disorientation—like stepping outside in the morning and noticing the temperature has changed without warning.

You reach for the old storyline out of habit. You try to reassemble it. You try to reason your way back into certainty.

But eventually you see the truth: What you lost wasn’t security. It was constraint.

The old storyline told me who I was supposed to be. It told me what a “good life” looked like. It told me what counted and what didn’t. It told me what to chase and what to avoid.

Letting go of that storyline didn’t erase meaning. It revealed meaning.

Meaning wasn’t in the script. Meaning was in the moment-to-moment clarity that emerges when you’re no longer trying to live in a story.

Life as It Is, Not as It Was Written

One of the surprises of living without a script is how ordinary it feels.

Not dull—ordinary.

The ordinary becomes spectacular when you are not reaching past it for something shinier or more “meaningful.” You begin to see:

The way the light falls through the window in the morning
The simple pleasure of making coffee
The breath of a dog sleeping beside you
The grain of a board you’re sanding in the Hub
The frost on the runway at sunrise
The stillness of a cabin before the fire warms it

None of these are “achievements.” None belong in a résumé. None advance a storyline.

But they make up a life—one that unfolds with quiet clarity when you stop trying to force it to behave like a three-act structure.

And here’s the strange part:

When you stop trying to control life, the day seems to cooperate on its own terms.

You’re not fighting with time anymore. You’re not measuring yourself against an imagined version of who you “should” have been. You’re not chasing a purpose. You’re living.

Fully. Simply. Honestly.

The Script Was Never You

It takes time to see this clearly.

For years, I thought the story I had inherited—religious purpose, professional identity, certainty—was my life. I thought stepping out of that story meant stepping into danger or meaninglessness.

But the script wasn’t me. It was something placed on top of me.

When it fell away, I didn’t disappear. I appeared.

Awareness remained. Presence remained. Life remained.

The script was the illusion. The clarity beneath it was the truth.

The Pencil-Driven Life Begins Here

Living without a script isn’t rebellion. It’s not self-improvement. It’s not minimalism or philosophy or technique.

It’s the simple recognition that life does not need a storyline in order to be meaningful.

Life is meaningful because you are here to witness it.

The Pencil-Driven Life isn’t about writing a better script; it’s about noticing the movement beneath the story—moment by moment, breath by breath.

Some days, the pencil moves quickly. Some days, hardly at all. Some days, it writes things you didn’t expect. Some days, it refuses to write anything at all.

But in every case, you’re not forcing it. You’re watching. You’re present. You’re alive inside the immediacy of the moment rather than inside an inherited narrative about what your life ought to become.

This simple shift—attention instead of expectation, presence instead of purpose—is the beginning of freedom.

A Final Word for This First Monday

This new chapter on the website isn’t a rebrand; it’s a revelation of what’s been happening quietly for years.

Oak Hollow has become the place where this philosophy is lived out in real time. This blog will be where it is articulated.

If you’ve lived your life inside someone else’s script, or even inside a script you once wrote for yourself but can’t bear to follow anymore, then you are already standing at the threshold of something larger.

Not a new storyline. A new way of seeing.

There is nothing to achieve. Nothing to prove. Nothing to become.

There is only this moment—clear, unburdened, unwritten—and the life unfolding inside it.

Let’s see where the pencil moves next.

—Richard