The Road with No Signal : Let the Universe Guide You

Some days, the road you think you’re taking isn’t the road at all.

And that’s exactly the point. Yesterday, we were on our way to stay at a horse farm and we were just 20 minutes away when the phone rang. It was Standing Bear Farm, a place in Hartford, TN where we had stayed before — a place that had called us back with perfect timing.

In true universal fashion, we shifted plans and headed that way instead. A missed exit due to construction turned one hour into two.

We weren’t exactly sure why… but we followed the nudge.

This morning, with barely 50 miles of gas left, we decided to visit a piece of land that has been calling us to view it. We figured we would find a gas station somewhere on the way to the land.

No signal. No GPS. Just intuition and the directions we had written down the night before. We didn’t know where the nearest gas station was. And soon, the 50 miles on the tank began ticking down like a countdown clock — 47, 39, 31, 24… fast. It felt like the kind of challenge that either breaks you… or cracks open something deeper.

Then Jesse realized: “I don’t have my wallet.” He turned and said to me. My stomach went down into my feet. We were almost out of gas, in the middle of nowhere, and he was the one with the cards.

But — in my true “divine backup plan” style — I’m a notorious money stasher. I started checking pockets and nooks for any stashed away money. Jesse asked, “Did you give it to me?” I wasn’t sure.

But then, there it was: $62 in stashed cash. Just enough. Enough to trust. Enough to keep going.

We kept following the directions, even though the property itself was unclear. The signal was still out, so we were going old school — using odometers and scribbled-down notes.

We made it to the land and knew if we backtracked in the directions from town that the real estate agent gave us, we would have to find a gas station. So we made it to the property and then it was following the directions back to town.

As we were driving the gas gage just kept getting lower and lower. We have to be getting close to SOMETHING?!! 

Just then we made it down a winding road and stumbled upon a tiny old-fashioned country store with a vintage gas pump out front and a little pizza joint across the street. It looked more like a memory than a real place.

A man sat out front — Rick. Jesse asked if he knew where the nearest gas station was.

Rick smiled, “You’re looking at it.”

It was real. The pumps worked. We got gas. And more than that, we got connection.

Rick started chatting with us, asking where we were from, what we were doing. When we mentioned we were looking for land and trying to build something with heart and purpose, he started naming people in the community. One guy overheard and pulled Jesse aside to talk about land. Another man walked up, and Rick asked him if he knew anyone selling property. “No, I don’t,” he replied at first.

But then, he heard me mention South Carolina. Turns out he had a connection there too. Something shifted. He walked over to us and said: “Meet me tomorrow morning. I’m going to introduce you to George. He knows everyone and every piece of land around here — even the ones not technically for sale. If there’s land for you, he’ll know.”

We shook hands.

We smiled.

And we felt it.

This was why we missed the turn.

Why we ran low on gas.

Why we ended up here.

We left and found the land, hiked it, met a turtle, and started creating visions of the life we could build on it. The land was beautiful.

The land may or may not be “the one.” But the people were. The moment was.

On the way back to Standing Bear, still without GPS, we guessed our way across the mountain using landmarks like a greenhouse and intuition. We made it back. Not just with gas in the car, but with something even more valuable — confirmation that we’re not lost. We’re guided.

And when you let go of needing to control the path, life will meet you with magic.

Here's some lessons I've learned today from the Mountain:

• Don’t panic when the signal drops. It might mean it’s time to listen more deeply.

• Stop and talk to the locals. The ones sitting outside the old stores might hold the keys you didn’t know you were looking for.

• Follow the breadcrumbs. Even if they lead you in circles, they’ll land you somewhere meaningful.

• Trust that nothing is random. Not the delay. Not the wallet. Not the $62.This journey isn’t just about finding land.

It’s about finding the right place, the right people, and the right path. And if you let it, the universe will always show the way.

Thank for reading. Thank you for being a part of our journey and I hope that this finds some inspiration for you as well. We'll keep you posted on what happens tomorrow!

With all the love,

Melissa Biondi