Re-Grow Roots

Learning to live harmoniously in Missouri.


My Troubles, My Home, and My Will

My boyfriend and I recently spent all the money we have on a new life, a home on wheels – the Dolphin. We have big dreams for her. After picking her up from Iowa, we drove to Texas for Thanksgiving to visit family and friends and we had such an incredible time. Wonderful conversations, enlightening experiences, saw people whom I hadn’t seen in years, great food, pure perfection. I am so grateful for all of these experiences.

We had to get home by November 30th and time was drawing in so we suddenly got in a rush. The night before we left, we had an amazing potluck with many amazing people, got a good sleep, and spent the day putting new carpet in the RV, visiting with friends, and taking it easy. We left at night. At first the RV wouldn’t start, so Stephen jumped it. Then we drove away. That night we slept and in the morning thought to do some RV upkeep – looked for an air filter and then got antsy to get on the road so we left. We did not check the oil or put air in the tires…

Hours down the road we got pulled over by a cop, since we have no plates on our vehicle (which an Iowa state trooper said is fine). This Oklahoma cop just gave us a warning. He asked to search the vehicle, and I respectfully declined because we wanted to get home. That was fine with him, but the question made me rather nervous as we were carrying a bit of marijuana with us… I have nothing to hide, except from the cops! Anyways… another hour or so on the road and I saw a hitch hiker. Instinctively, I thought I should keep moving, but I decided to stop and help him out. This got me noticed by yet another cop who pulled us over after I dropped off the silent hitch hiker. Ever since that first cop stopped us, I had cops and weed on my mind, I was scared and uncomfortable… I was WILLING these things to happen. So this second cop called the narcotics police with a drug dog, hand cuffed us, searched the car, found our tiny stash… We got let off with loads of tickets to pay.

And an hour after that our RV broke down on the side of the road. We ran out of oil and the engine got stuck. Because of our rush. Because of my negative state of mind. Because I was thinking the worst, the worst appeared. It was my will. Not that I WANTED it, but I was putting energy towards it, I was fearing it… inviting it to happen.

Now we are safely back home in Missouri. My parents gave us money to hire an independent tow truck to pick us up in Checotah, Oklahoma and bring us back here. The RV is sitting on our friend’s land. Today Carlos went to drain the oil so he can take a look at the innards of the engine. I went over there and put a little spell on her. 🙂 Just focused my energy on seeing her back on the road. I told her she will recover, she will drive again, and she will feel better than ever. And I practiced picturing me driving and crafting in the RV, in our home, in beautiful places, and traveling all around.

The will is a powerful thing.


History of My Passion for Food and Life

I have lived a very interesting life, especially these last 4 years or so. I moved to California from Texas with my ex-boyfriend and lived together with his mom in her home in Oceanside. That’s when I started growing my first garden, using no-till and permaculture methods that I had been reading about, and buying almost all of our food from the local farmers market. That was in 2008 and I have been flourishing in this lifestyle ever since, constantly learning and growing more every day!

This is a little part of my backyard garden in Oceanside. We used manure and straw to build up the soil a little, very little digging or tilling, and we grew GREAT broccoli and cauliflower, peppers, tomatoes, lettuce, and herbs!

Here’s another raised bed I did – manure and hay. Everything in there was purchased from a local man who sells starters from his backyard and these plants grew to be HUGE!

We rode our bikes to the farmers market every week to pick up all the food our household would need, aside from a few grains that we got from a local natural food store. Living in Southern California meant there was never a need to preserve food. It’s always growing and abundant. Almost all of our food was purchased from the same farm, La Milpa Organica. Eventually I ended up moving onto the farm to live and apprentice there! It was wonderful, for about 3 months… They had been getting loads of fines from local and state authorities because of all these random regulations that eventually put the farm out of business. My boyfriend and I broke up, the farm shut down, so then I began hitch hiking and traveling around the west coast. 🙂

Delilah, a beautiful Jersey cow

Eventually I fell in love with my now-boyfriend Carlos and traveled through more of the country with him. One of the first places we stayed at was a commune called the CRIC house. That’s where we first learned how to milk cows and goats, to make cheese, how to pickle and can loads of food, how to use a solar oven and how to set up a composting toilet… among many other things. The lessons we learned there were life changing and totally empowering. I am forever grateful for the incredible people who shared their lives with us.

One of three solar cookers at CRIC

The front porch of CRIC house (painted by Carlos, Shirley, and myself) where we spent lots of quality time.

We hitch hiked up the west coast from San Diego, CA to Eugene, OR where we took part in a tree sit in the Elliot State Forest, part of Willamette. They are tearing up that forest, clear cutting left and right. We helped set up barricades to keep out the bull dozers… they didn’t last very long and eventually people were arrested and the destruction continued.

Then we continued up to Olympia, WA and stayed with Carlos’ sister and her new baby for a while. Olympia is an amazing town with lots of barter opportunities and free wells that get water from the nearby Mt. Rainier. They have wonderful farmers markets, tons of community and front yard gardens. If you ever get a chance, check it out.

Multnomah Falls, on the Columbia River Gorge

Picking thimble berries along our journey.

After Olympia, I decided it was time to visit my parents in Branson, Missouri so we went down to the Columbia River Gorge and hitch hiked through beautiful Oregon to head east for Missouri. We met so many incredible, loving, smart, and wonderful people during our travels, and now that we have been in Branson since March of this year, we have an incredible group of friends here.

Local food in Branson, MO

Tomorrow Carlos and I are taking a bus to Des Moines, Iowa where we are picking up our new house on wheels – a 1985 Toyota Dolphin! We will be traveling once again, and this time we’ll be the ones giving rides to hitch hikers and hobos! We are spending every dime we have on this gypsy caravan to start a fresh chapter in our life together, and I have an incredible positive feeling about it. I am taking my small business on the road. We are packing up our instruments, our seeds, and going wherever we feel called to. I am elated!!

Our soon-to-be House on Wheels

I have met a lot of folks who think that the world is doomed, that people don’t give a shit and we are all going to die in a flaming hell of fire. I’m here to say – that’s bologna! Almost everyone I talk to does care about the fate of our planet and they do want things to be functioning in a more sustainable way. I have met numerous people who live off the land and invite strangers into their homes with open arms so they can spread the love they have for this earth. It’s heart warming. We all have the power to be the change we wish to see in this world!

So let’s do it.