sabrina miller.

I’m Sabrina — thinker, feeler, pattern-watcher, challenger in the name of truth. I’m here for what’s real, what’s rooted, and what reconnects us. I come with dirt on my clothes, tea in hand, and a heart that’s been broken open more than once by the sheer absurdity and beauty of being alive.

I’m learning to live in rhythm with something deeper than the noise. I believe in tending the world back to wholeness through presence, creativity, and a fierce kind of love.

A deep revelation brought about by slow deliberation

The softening of the mind kept prisoner by fear

What is evil if not the absence of love?

Are we really waging war on the heavens above?

If love is the opposite of evil, then it’s a force that does not fight

It does not need to destroy its opposite to prove that it is right

Love does not force, it does not control

It does not seek to dominate in order to unfold

Love in essence is freedom, presence, invitation

A soft whisper that makes itself known to those who wish to hear its sacred initiation

Love’s power lies not in its annihilation of evil, but instead in its ability to be untouched by it

Enduring beyond the limitations that evil is confined to

A presence that remains eternal

Leaving evil, not destroyed, but left to dissolve by its own confined nature

bio.

Born and raised in the suburbs of Metro Detroit, Sabrina sensed from an early age that something was deeply out of balance. Though she couldn’t yet articulate it, she felt the weight of disconnection—between people, the land, and the rhythms that sustain life. This dissonance took a toll on her well-being, manifesting in ways that were both challenging and revealing. Over time, she came to understand, firsthand, the consequences of living in disharmony with the natural world—and the impact this disharmony has on individuals, communities, and the greater whole.

Determined to meet these truths head-on, Sabrina dedicated years of her life to working directly with those most affected by systemic neglect and disconnection. She has worked with the unhoused and those struggling with substance dependency, supported children and at-risk teens, and engaged in community organizing, mutual aid, and resilience programming. Her path has also led her to holistic health, herbalism, nutrition, homesteading, self-sovereignty, creative expression, and the ongoing work of dismantling exploitative systems and outdated ways of being.

Today, Sabrina is focused on cultivating loving presence and creating spaces where people can come together in meaningful ways. She is devoted to her art and to the movement of togetherness—fostering deep connection through storytelling, land-based practices, and shared experience. She finds joy in farming and homesteading, immersing herself in nature, climbing rock formations, writing poetry, drinking tea, contemplating life, and observing the patterns that weave everything together.

LOVE

Love doesn’t leave you second guessing

Questioning yourself at every turn

Love is open to receiving

And here to help you learn

Safety and security

Someplace for you to call home

A remembering that you are enough

The beacon of light in the darkness of the unknown

vision.

I've long been captivated by the nature of True Love. Much of my art and writing grows from this lifelong inquiry — What is love, really? And how do we live it into being?

Over time, my understanding of love has deepened and expanded, stretching beyond romance into something far more whole: love of self, love of community, love of the earth. My vision for the world — for the future — is one where we reclaim love in its truest form. Where we remember our belonging, connect to something greater than ourselves, and heal the distorted versions of love we’ve inherited.

I want to help shape systems, cultures, and everyday moments into something rooted in love, truth, and reciprocity. Whether through farming, storytelling, organizing, or simply showing up with presence — I believe in weaving something beautiful from exactly where we are.

The Dreamer’s Manifesto

A living declaration by Sabrina Miller

I am not here to chase form—I am here to embody frequency.
To become the sacred rhythm I once believed I had to find in someone else.
To live the dream not as escape, but as arrival.
Not as fantasy, but as truth.

I have spent lifetimes dreaming.
Not of things—
but of feelings,
of a state of being so still, so soft, so whole,
it could stretch a single moment into eternity.

I used to yearn for a life that felt like the dream.
Now I know:
the dream was never meant to be found outside of me.
It was always waiting for me to remember it,
to recognize its presence in the hush of morning light,
in the steeping of tea,
in the wind against my skin,
in the quiet ache of longing fully embraced.

I am not making this up as I go—
I am remembering something ancient.
I am restoring an inner temple with every breath I take in presence.

I once thought the goal was to manifest visions, people, stories.
But the form never held.
It slipped through my fingers like smoke.
What stayed—what shaped me—was the frequency.
The dreamlike stillness.
The trance of eternal presence.
The art of being here, fully.
Witnessing life as the poem it already is.

I have studied this feeling like a prophecy.
I have observed its patterns.
I have built altars to welcome it in.
And slowly, the line between dream and waking has dissolved.
I no longer visit the dream.
I am the dream.
My life has grown to mirror the inner world I’ve honored for years.

Not every day is bliss.
But every day is true.
I feel rage, grief, love, ache.
But in the dream, all of it belongs.
All of it is beautiful.
All of it is me.

I will not wake from dreaming.
I will fall deeper in.
I will honor this life as an everyday ritual to the truth I came here to remember.

I choose presence over pressure.
Feeling over forcing.
Attunement over achievement.
I honor the dream not by chasing it—
but by becoming the kind of vessel it can live within.

Let this manifesto be my compass.
Let it be my vow:
To live as the dreamer who becomes the dream.
To create a world that doesn’t pull me out of my fantasies,
but meets me there.
And to never, ever abandon the sacred rhythm I was born to follow.