Writer With A Farm

For the love of growing, eating, creating and doing

● Featured Article

  • The Introduction

    Good Day all! My name is Ayana and I’m glad you’ve stumbled upon my blog today. As this is my first post, I want to tell you a little about myself I hope that it inspires you to go after the life you want.

                    I fell in love with writing accidently. I had been given a pad of construction paper and began drawing pictures.  As time went on, I started writing words within my pictures which turn into writing poems to go along with them. Soon my pad was filled more with poems than pictures.

      In high school, thought watching the show Charmed I thought my calling was to be a baker and went to a trade school for baking. While learning to bake, I was also in a poetry club and I started writing a screen play and several books. Life got in the way and I never got around to finishing them.

                    I went to college for English with a minor in creative writing, after realizing I really passionate about writing. I started working on finishing on of the books I started in college. During this time I lost 70 lbs and discovered a passion for nutrition and thought about writing a cook book. I also got introduced to Open Mic and started writing more poetry.

    Post college I applied for a writing job and actually got it but went with a different opportunity that ended up being a sales job. To this day I kick myself for not taking that writing job. I, again, started working on finishing the books I started and started going to open mics on a regular basis. I Eventually got the courage to start performing.  I started to dream of performing at big open mic competitions.

    I started my first professional job and getting caught up in getting out of debt and building a career, writing, again, took a back seat. During this time, I also discovered my love of growing things and had a new dream of eventually being a writer with a farm.  I started working more hours and bought 6 acres in which to build a farm. I met my husband, got married, became a mom and focused a lot on building my gardens and growing my own food but I wasn’t writing. I didn’t have time; it wasn’t a priority. Recently I stopped and evaluated my life.  I am making progress at getting out of debt, I am building my gardens and getting chickens, I have a wonderful husband, a beautiful and sweet baby girl and I was taking steps with building my homestead. The only thing missing was writing. My goal in life was to be a writer with a farm and the only thing missing was me taking the steps to be a writer.  So here I am.

    This blog is me achieving my dreams. This blog will encompass all of my favorite things: coffee, gardening, baking, nutrition, homesteading, poetry and short stories. I hope you join me on this journey of building the life I’ve always dreamed of and I hope following me inspires you to do the same.

  • For the love of quiet rainy mornings

    It is a chilly and rainy Sunday morning. I’ve always loved slow rainy days, the low white clouds draped over the mountains, the muted colors that’s makes everything feeling like it’s a painting, the light screen of rain that you can’t quite see, can’t quite hear but can see the evidence of it in the glossy wetness of the ground.

    I initially planned to write this while sitting on the porch but the air is a little to crisp for me this morning. Instead, I am sitting in my favorite indoor spot, on my couch by the window. I sit my coffee on the windowsill next to my Pothos plant and sometimes stare off to the trees of the neighboring house which makes me feel like I’m staring off into the woods.

    I wanted to climb out of bed early, while the morning was still new. I dreamed of sitting on the porch, laptop on my lap, steaming coffee beside me, rocking in my rocking chair and I writing about the scene. My daughter, However, woke up wanting to nurse. when she went back to sleep, I tried to ease out of bed only for my husband to wrapped his arm around me and asked where I was going. I laid back down with a chuckle bidding my time until I could make my escape.

    By the time I got out of the bed the early morning magic had dissipated but it was still a cozy morning that begged to be filled with creativity and tasks that nourishes your spirit. So here I am with some warmed up left over coffee, my electric fireplace humming, blinds up to let in the soft watery light, sipping coffee and thinking about thankful I am to be able to have this quiet simple moment.

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