From Nurse to Farmer: My Regenerative Journey

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  • From Bedside to Fieldside: The First Sprout

    The tray of microgreens that gave me hope again.

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    It was a cold gray morning when I set the tray on the kitchen counter. I’d ordered the seeds late one night after another shift left me bone-tired and hollow. The description had been simple: Beautiful Rambo Radish microgreens– ready in 7-10 days.

    At that point, I didn’t care if they tasted good or not. I just needed to see something vibrant grow.

    I filled the tray with soil, sprinkled the seeds, and misted them gently. It was the first thing I’d done for myself in months that didn’t feel like it came with a deadline, a chart, or an evaluation. I slid the tray under a grow light and told myself not to expect much.

    On day 3, I saw it– tiny purple and green tips pushing up through the soil like little flags of possibility. By day seven, the tray was a lush forest of tender colorful seedlings and I found myself leaning over it in the mornings the way I used to lean over patients beds — checking for signs of life.

    Something in me shifted.

    I realized that just like people, plants don’t need perfection– they need consistency, care, and the right environment to thrive. I wasn’t just growing food; I was relearning how to nurture without burning out.

    That first tray didn’t just feed me. It reminded that healing can be simple, beautiful, and slow– and it’s okay to grow back one inch at a time.

    Comment below to share what helped you grow back.

  • From Bedside to Fieldside: Planting the First Seed

    For nearly two decades, my world revolved around hospital hallways, patient charts, and the relentless beeping of monitors. I spent years at the bedside–administering medications, monitoring vital signs, holding hands in moments of fear, and celebrating signs of recovery. Nursing was more than a job. It was a calling.

    But over time, I’ve felt the weight of nursing shift in ways that are hard to ignore. The constant push to do more with less grew heavier, while the process of providing care became stricter and more boxed in. What troubled me most, though, was the growing attitude that “a nurse is a nurse is a nurse”–as if our different specialties, skills, and experience don’t matter. That mindset not only undervalues the depth of our profession but also chips away at the individualized, compassionate care that patients deserve. The joy I once felt began to slip away. Burnout crept in quietly, until it was impossible to ignore. My body was exhausted. My spirit felt thin. I spent my life helping others heal, yet I was running on empty myself.

    Some people take a vacation when they’re burned out. Others look for a new position in the same field. I did something different: I planted a seed.

    Literally.

    Today, I run a small regenerative farm on the Carolina coast, growing superfoods like microgreens, tumeric, and Okinawa sweet potatoes. I raise chickens on living pasture and help others access health through food – -food that nourishes the body and the earth at the same time.

    I still care deeply for people- I just do it now through food, education, and the land. And I’m not alone. A growing number of nurses, doctors, and caregivers are trading their scrubs for gardening gloves, farm boots, and “food as medicine” entrepreneurship. We’re finding new ways to heal ourselves – and others – outside the walls of the hospital.

    Burnout is real. But so is regrowth. And sometimes, it starts with a single seed.

    Interested in learning more? Follow me on Instagram @thesoilnurse.