It started as a place we lived. Then it became a place people came to.
Friends used to come over for dinner. Then they started staying the weekend: out on the hikes, back for s’mores by the fire, up again for the stars. They left different than they arrived. As we like to say: it’s called an experience.
So The Heavens became a community project: a resort built inside a living habitat, not on top of it. Restore the land, and the land restores you.
Healthy ecosystems create healthy humans.
Every choice follows from that line. Aircrete domes that sit lightly on the ground, reclaimed cedar, food grown a few steps from the kitchen, and trails that leave room for the animals who use them in broad daylight.
The question underneath it all: what would it mean to become at home in a place again, to belong to it the way the oaks and the coyotes do?