When I look at the Ghostwood tree, it reminds me of my roots, and where I have been. Looking at the black bottle reminds me that there is so much more I don’t know, but I am not afraid of it; I yearn for it. And when I taste what is inside, it reminds me of all the struggles, the breaking of traditions, and the life sidetracks that had to happen for Ghostwood be what it is today. I know that this is relatable to many, whether losing a job, growing family, or life‘s plans falling through. Just remember that no one ever ends the story there. The story ends with how you go through the darkness, and how I want your story to be told with Ghostwood in hand.
Go be on the firelight.