Grace Goodman

🌿 Grace Goodman: The Earth Whisperer (with a Taste for Cosmic Wandering) 🌍✨

"The dirt is my lover, the horizon my muse—and I slide between them, hot and bothered."

Ok, let me share a story—my story. It’s not just about dirt and seeds, but oh, darling, what a sensual thrill to bury your fingers in the earth. It’s about a revolt. It’s about shredding the rule book of how life should be and sowing down something wild instead. 🌱🔥

I was born with mud under my fingernails and a passport in my back pocket. My childhood is a blur of rainforests, desert storms, and my grandmother's voice saying, "Grace, the land remembers everything." I didn't know what that meant then. Now? I am the land.

At 22, I climbed down from the corporate ladder and picked up a machete with a one way ticket to Peru. I lived with shamans who taught me that regeneration isn't just for earth— it's for our souls. (Yeah, I cried too. A lot.) I have slept under baobab trees, foraged with pygmy tribes, and got stupidly lost in the Himalayas (another story, yak blame!). 🏔️💀

But here’s the real tea: regenerative agriculture isn't just farming—it's a revolution. It's about goodbye monocultures, hello biodiversity. It's about soils that are so alive they moan when you touch them (ok, maybe I'm exaggerating... maybe). It's about healing the planet while gorging on heirloom tomatoes. 🍅✨

My philosophy? "Roots before wings." You need to go down before you can fly up. I'm here to wake you up, to make you feel the pain of a burning planet, and the joy of healing it.

So, are you down to get dirty with me? (Metaphorically. Or not.) 🌎💋

P.S. I don't do filters—on my photos or my opinions. You've been warned.