03/20/2026
A lot of people ask me why I do what I do and why I chose to live this way.
The truth is it goes back a long way.
When I was a little girl, life was not always peaceful. There was chaos and unpredictability. Violence no child should ever have to witness. You learn really quickly in that kind of environment to read the room before you even walk into it. You learn to brace yourself.
But I had places where that was not true.
I had my grandparents.
Every single morning, I think of them. All of them. Each one unique in their own way.
I had three sets of grandparents. The Noles, the Robinsons, and the Hollands. Most kids are not fortunate enough to have that, but I did.
Each one of them was always happy to see me. Always willing to say yes when I called and asked if I could come over. I never had to wonder. I never had to hesitate.
And each one of them gave me something different but they ALL gave me safe places to land.
It was not about big events, special occasions or presents. It was about being there with them in their environments. Being part of their everyday lives. Watching how they lived. Eating what they ate. Walking their land. Sitting in their homes. Just tagging along.
Everything worked the way it was supposed to in those places. There was good food, real food, and if I was hungry I could walk outside and pick what I wanted to eat. There was structure and rhythm. Things made sense. Even as a child, I could see that everything worked together.
And it was peaceful.
No chaos. No fear. No wondering what kind of mood you were walking into.
It felt like the world functioned correctly there.
I do not think I fully realized it at the time, but I can see it now.
I have built my life from pieces of each one of them.
What I am creating here is not just a farm. It is a place shaped by the Noles, the Robinsons, and the Hollands. Each one of them left something in me and I have carried it forward.
A place where things work together.
A place where there is good food and purpose.
A place where people can breathe.
And more than anything, a place where people feel safe.
I never want anyone to have to brace themselves before they walk into my home. I never want anyone to wonder if they are walking into a fight or chaos.
When people come here, I want them to find peace.
Because I know what it feels like to need that.
And I know what it means to finally have it.
And that brings me back to this year.
My word for the year is steady.
My verse is about a steadfast mind and perfect peace.
That is what I am focusing on.
Not chaos. Not reacting. Not surviving.
Steady.
Because that is what I was given.
And now it is what I am choosing to give.