Fertility

One of the most beautiful threads through my journeys in the food freedom movement are the stories I’ve heard from women who struggled for years with infertility before they started to remove processed foods from their diet, before they started to remove toxic chemicals from underneath the kitchen sink and get rid of orange plastic tubes above the bathroom one.

They began to eat real food, food our grandparents and great-grandparents ate. Rhubarb from the backyard garden. Snap peas in the Spring. Raw milk. Sauerkraut. Corn picked from the cob. Hogs raised out back. Eggs from the laying hens.

And these women and men, these couples struggling with fertility were soon blessed with children. And because of it, they decided to forever change their diets, medicines, lotions, shampoos, detergent… lives.

This past September had a brief interview with Sarah at the Rogue Food Conference where she shared her fertility journey. It wasn’t a magic ingredient, or an overnight thing. Little by little her and her husband substituted grass-fed beef for fast-food, bone broth for Pepsi, raw milk for frozen pizzas. And after a couple months fertility arrived.

Motherhood.

Lots of love to my own mother today, Patricia Hughes Meriwether who has brought life to me, and brought joy and creativity and passion to everyone she meets.

best thoughts,

graham