about us

Welcome to Sower's Revolution

I’m Heidi, and Sower’s Revolution is a website where I share how my family and I are reclaiming purpose, belonging, and love by growing food and living in deeper relationship with the land and the community we call home.

It started with a simple vegetable garden, but before long, we stumbled into something deeper: a philosophy that reshaped how we live, think, and relate to the world. Guided by the ethos of permaculture—Earth Care, People Care, and Fair Share—we’re learning to transform competition into cooperation, scarcity into abundance, rugged independence into connection, and constant production into intentional action.

This space is where I tell the story of turning a small urban yard into a thriving food forest, alongside the inner work that’s just as essential: unlearning the ways of living that disconnect us–from ourselves, the land, and each other—and relearning what it means to be in right relationship—with our histories, with nature, and with one another.

Through these seeds of thought and practice, Sower’s Revolution exists not just to document what we’re growing, but to nurture something bigger: a movement cultivated in healing. In resistance. In imagining and tending to a future where we can all flourish, together.

If you’ve ever felt depleted by a world that asks too much and gives too little, or you long for something grounded and real—I hope you find something here worth carrying forward: your own seed to sow in this quiet revolution.

Because another way is possible. And it’s already taking root—right beneath our feet.

A Wish, A Seed, A Remembering

In recent years, making a wish on a dandelion has become a reclaimed birthday ritual of mine. When I was a child, I believed the cottony dandelion fields that would appear around my birthday were a magical gift, as if the Earth had made them just for me. I would run through them, kicking up the puffs, blowing out fluffy bouquets, hoping that something bigger than myself would see me as worthy.

As I grew up, I stopped believing in magic and wishes, but I never stopped searching for worth outside of myself. I was taught to look for it in more “grown-up” places: my career, my religion, my family, and the roles I played. I learned that the more I could produce, suppress, or endure, the more purpose, belonging, and love I deserved. But that kind of self-abandonment has a cost. Over time, it left me feeling empty.

At work, I was told my efforts would lead to meaningful change, but more often, it felt like my labor served egos and bottom lines–not purpose. In church, I was promised eternal salvation if I obeyed and served, but when injustice against my body called for deliverance in this life, their silence was louder than their sermons. In my family system, I was told I was loved, but that love felt conditional when my expressions of authenticity were met with intolerance…