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Where curiosity meets cultivation
Welcome to Peekaboo Point
Peekaboo Point was born from the garden—nurtured by the hands of my mother and grandfather, who taught me that tending life is an act of devotion. What started as a pursuit of devotion led to a lifelong journey to understand the nature of reality itself.
Drawn to the wisdoms of all faiths, cultures, and philosophies, I’ve come to see each seed, each breath, as part of the same unfolding mystery.
Through cannabis, that mystery takes form. Peekaboo Point honors the craft and community that shaped this culture—the breeders, growers, and dreamers who turned curiosity into creation. Here, cultivation is more than genetics; it’s exploration, reverence, and story.
A meeting point between soil and spirit, where every strain is a window into something greater.
Drawn to the wisdoms of all faiths, cultures, and philosophies, I’ve come to see each seed, each breath, as part of the same unfolding mystery.
Through cannabis, that mystery takes form. Peekaboo Point honors the craft and community that shaped this culture—the breeders, growers, and dreamers who turned curiosity into creation. Here, cultivation is more than genetics; it’s exploration, reverence, and story.
A meeting point between soil and spirit, where every strain is a window into something greater.
The spirit of Peekaboo Point
The Backstory
Peekaboo Point takes its name from a quiet lake where my grandfather built a home after my grandmother passed—a place he called Peekaboo Point. There, surrounded by still water and living earth, he found healing through creation. That small sanctuary became a symbol of resilience, reflection, and renewal—the spirit I now carry forward through this work.
My mother, a single parent, carried that same light in her own way, and my aunt shared in that devotion—together they built a home full of warmth and wonder. Each Christmas they transformed our home into a world of magic, crowned with a reindeer named Rodney at the top of the tree. To me, Rodney became more than decoration—he was a quiet symbol of peace, a reminder that even through change, there can be constancy.
As I’ve grown, my search for meaning has drawn me toward the philosophies of the East—Taoism, Buddhism, and Hinduism—each offering its own way of seeing. Their teachings point toward the third eye: the inner vision beyond sight, where perception meets understanding. It represents awakening—the recognition that what we cultivate outwardly is inseparable from what we nurture within.
Peekaboo Point stands at the meeting of those influences: the stillness of the lake, the warmth of the hearth, and the clarity of the awakened eye. It is a place where devotion, imagination, and awareness come together—a bridge between generations, between earth and spirit, between what is seen and what is possible.
My mother, a single parent, carried that same light in her own way, and my aunt shared in that devotion—together they built a home full of warmth and wonder. Each Christmas they transformed our home into a world of magic, crowned with a reindeer named Rodney at the top of the tree. To me, Rodney became more than decoration—he was a quiet symbol of peace, a reminder that even through change, there can be constancy.
As I’ve grown, my search for meaning has drawn me toward the philosophies of the East—Taoism, Buddhism, and Hinduism—each offering its own way of seeing. Their teachings point toward the third eye: the inner vision beyond sight, where perception meets understanding. It represents awakening—the recognition that what we cultivate outwardly is inseparable from what we nurture within.
Peekaboo Point stands at the meeting of those influences: the stillness of the lake, the warmth of the hearth, and the clarity of the awakened eye. It is a place where devotion, imagination, and awareness come together—a bridge between generations, between earth and spirit, between what is seen and what is possible.
The Story of #37
Pursuit of the Craft
The number 37 began as a compromise — a small act of teenage persistence. At sixteen, what I wanted was a license plate with my last name and either the number 3 or 7. Both were taken, so I combined them into 37, unknowingly setting the foundation for a symbol that would follow me through life.
Over time, 37 became more than a number. It found its way into the quiet corners of identity — a simple signature that marked things I built, believed in, and stood behind. What started as a compromise became a constant, showing up in places that mattered most.
In numerology, 37 carries the energy of creativity, independence, and excellence. It blends the introspection of 3 — imagination, communication, and spirit — with the precision and intuition of 7. Together, they represent mastery through authenticity — the pursuit of something not just good, but true.
At Peekaboo Point, #37 is that signature of truth. When you see it, it means the work has reached the highest expression of what it was meant to be — a keeper pheno, the kind that stands apart not by chance, but by craft, care, and connection.
#37 is not perfection. It’s alignment — where skill, spirit, and story meet.
Over time, 37 became more than a number. It found its way into the quiet corners of identity — a simple signature that marked things I built, believed in, and stood behind. What started as a compromise became a constant, showing up in places that mattered most.
In numerology, 37 carries the energy of creativity, independence, and excellence. It blends the introspection of 3 — imagination, communication, and spirit — with the precision and intuition of 7. Together, they represent mastery through authenticity — the pursuit of something not just good, but true.
At Peekaboo Point, #37 is that signature of truth. When you see it, it means the work has reached the highest expression of what it was meant to be — a keeper pheno, the kind that stands apart not by chance, but by craft, care, and connection.
#37 is not perfection. It’s alignment — where skill, spirit, and story meet.