Re-Grow Roots

Learning to live harmoniously in Missouri.

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Sharing Primitive Skills

We have a new member of Rising Roots Collective, our worker-run collective based at Oran Mor Community where I live. We are so happy to welcome Keven Statwick, a primitive skills artist and teacher!!


He has been involved with teaching and demonstrating primitive skills since 1998. He works with local organizations like the Boy Scouts and Oran Mor Community to share the wisdom and knowledge of primitive peoples so we can carry these valuable skills on with us. Among other things, Keven is skilled at making and using bows and arrows, primitive pottery, flint knapped arrow points, stone knives, leather tanning, drums, and he even welds beautiful metalworks!

Keven frequently joins us at Oran Mor Community to help with work projects and to share skills with us here. We plan to have a Pottery Making class this year and he would love to share knowledge on any of these skills. Please feel free to contact us if you have a particular interest in primitive skills so we can plan a class or workshop!

Contact us at 417-250-9252 or

See Keven’s work on etsy here –

And check it out in person at Farm Fork and Fiddle, a local co-op shop in Gainesville, MO.


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Altars and An Unplanned Night

Our first night in the Tipi was totally amazing! A feeling of closeness with the earth, freedom from modern ties of all sorts, a clarity and joy I can’t compare. Our night was a little bit chilly even though we had a fire going in our firepit. Only a slight nippy feeling, but curling up with my two honies made it cozy and nice. We certainly have a lot of preparing to do before the winter comes our way and temperatures dip below zero. We’re sleeping on the bare ground, the earth in close contact to our bodies. It’s a great way to transition into our new life here.

Today we started carrying more of our meaningful belongings up here. It’s really great to consider what we truly need and only surround ourselves with those necessities of hapy, cozy, heartful, and soulful life. Our altar space is expanding indoors and our perfect altar rock outside. I also collected lots of sticks from around the tipi and Carlos sawed up larger pieces of wood so we started a nice pile for our fires.

I decided to go to an Ozark Sister Circle group to share some sisterly love because I had it in my head for days that I needed that refuge. When it came time to go I suddenly felt an urge to stay here but I had already talked myself into going so off I drove into the dark of night. My terrible night vision got me lost on these county roads so Kalani and I ended up getting stuck in the sand trying to turn around! We set up camp in our trust truck Buckwheat, definitely nothing like sleeping in our tipi, but it was a powerful time of self reflection. Releasing fears, casting a circle, feeling gratitude, and love filling my heart.


Our Rebirth – the Tipi Stands

I’ve been feeling overwhelmed by the perceived extravagances of civilization and even the people here at Oran Mor Community where I live. There is a yearning in my soul to live in harmonious balance with Mother Nature by dedicating myself to a radical simplicity inspired by native tribes. Today we erect the tipi!

First we chose our site, perfectly located in a grove of deciduous trees with a forested slope of Red Cedars to the north protecting us from winds and our door facing the southeast so the rising sun can shine in to greet us Good Morning. We got our hoe, sickle, loppers, and a hand saw and set to work clearing the land just big enough for our 16 foot tipi. All the underbrush will be put to use either in wattle projects or burned in our fire for cooking and celebrating. Finally we unfolded our brand new tipi canvas and started bringing over the tipi poles from our work station. We laid out our tripod poles and tied them together with natural rope using a clove hitch and then we got to stand her up! Watching the tripod raise up into the skies, into this freestanding beauty, filled me with sheer delight. Then we began laying in the rest of the poles. The circles and circles of circles! The sisal rope winding around the poles again and again, jumping and whipping through the wind, tightening the poles that will hold our home in place. Standing tall amongst the trees, our poles who once lived and grew in the same forest we dwell in now live on as tipi shelter for our family on the hill.