Wild Mother

11/16/2025

I woke up in this new home today. It feels strange. unfamiliar in that way a place does before your energy settles into the walls. And yet, somehow, it already feels comfortable. Peaceful. Like my nervous system exhaled in the night while I wasn’t looking.

There’s something I’m learning in all of this;
there doesn’t always have to be a villain in a story.
Life is allowed to be complicated. People are allowed to be layered. And sometimes a chapter ends not because someone is “bad,” but because someone simply knows, deep in their bones that it’s time to walk forward. To heal. To break open.

Hard choices don’t always come with easy explanations. They don’t always come with applause.
But they come with truth. And that truth is what I’m choosing.

Today I woke up in a space that feels like possibility.
A little weird, a little new, a lot tender. But peaceful.
And maybe that’s what this chapter is here to teach me, that choosing yourself, choosing your children, choosing peace and calm, doesn’t make anyone the enemy,
it just makes you brave enough to follow the life that’s calling.

A giant leap of faith.

Here’s to new walls, new mornings, and a heart learning 🤎

Wild Mother

11/15/2025

We are all very tuckered out 🤎

11/15/2025

11/14/2025

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Wild Mother

11/14/2025

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Wild Mother

11/14/2025

Today is the last official day on this land. I came here in October 2014 as a single mom with a little five year old boy named Noah, holding his small hand and hoping this place would give us stability, safety, and space to grow. It gave us that , and so much more.

When we first arrived i cried for the first two weeks. This old farm was overwhelming. The land felt huge. But i kept hearing make me beautiful again.

This farm held my deepest grief, my dad’s passing in 2015, my mom’s in 2020. Surviving and healing myself after witnessing a su***de . It also held some of my brightest miracles, River’s gentle home birth right here in this farm house.

I planted my first seeds here. Grew my first vegetables.
Turned fields into flowers and strangers into community. Learned plant medicines and hie tend land and be a part of it with deep reverence .I raised pigs and chickens and goats.
I raised two children. And, in so many ways, I raised myself.

Eleven years of becoming. Eleven years of being shaped by the seasons, the soil, and the stories this land held for me.

Today I step forward carrying all of it , the beauty, the grief, the growth, and the gratitude.

Thank you, old farm.
Thank you for everything.

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11/13/2025

11/13/2025

Sore throat. And feeling crumby. Good thing I know a gal with herbal medicines 🌱 me hehe

The last few weeks have been very stressful so I’m not surprised I have a sore throat.

But we are getting through it 🤎

11/13/2025

Just living the scream 🤣🤣

11/13/2025

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11/12/2025

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Wild Mother

11/12/2025

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Wild Mother