As I type this I am 35 weeks pregnant with my first child, a baby girl. These past almost 9 months all I really have thought about (more like obsessed about) is what her future will look like. It’s funny how fast my mind went from all my dreams and goals to how can I best serve her so she can achieve all her dreams and goals.
I know I cannot totally give up on myself but during this time I can’t help but think about the Marys in my life and what they must of sacrificed for our lineage. Great Grandma Mary Mattie Wall, Great Granny Mary Hazelton and Great Aunt Mary Stowers.
They all nurtured me in ways I don’t think I can put into words. I’m not quite sure they even put their love into words very often. But it was felt. It was shown. It was known.
That is the type of love I want to give my daughter. The love of not solely words but action. The love of safety. The love of opportunity. The love of freedom.
My vision is to create a sanctuary where the earth, our lineage, and our daily lives move in harmony. Our Mother Mary Farm envisions a place where generations are healed through slow living, where a mother and daughter grow together in wisdom, and where community gathers to reconnect with the land. Guided by the dreams of our ancestors, we aspire to cultivate abundance, create meaningful offerings, and nurture a space where all who visit feel rooted, restored, and held by the land.
