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Josefa Breathes a Sigh of Relief

Josefa Breathes a Sigh of Relief

We asked Josefa Gonzales, a new participant in Chunox, Belize, what makes her happy. “When I have plenty of food for my family to eat and I’m not wringing my hands worrying where the next meal will come from,” she says.

Because of supporters like you, Josefa and her family now grow their own food supply, using organic, regenerative farming methods that nourish people and the planet.

Super Saturday at Oak Park

Super Saturday at Oak Park

We hold an annual Sustainability Fair on the Saturday before the Super Bowl, so we call it Super Saturday. That way everyone remembers when it is. It is a huge community event where we showcase our environmental efforts and invite people from the community in to learn about environmental stewardship and connecting with our local ecosystem.

Part 7 In Goods Hands with Encarnacíon

Part 7 In Goods Hands with Encarnacíon

At the outset of this story series, we set out to answer the question: what sets the Reyes apart? How are they like other families? What makes them different?

We put this question to Encarnacíon (Joaquín and Urita’s youngest daughter) one morning before she rushed off to school. Though we had found a quiet place in the shade to talk, that didn’t stop Encarnacíon’s nieces and nephews from gathering around to hear our conversation. Luckily, Encarnacíon is not easily distracted.

Part 4 Eliaquim's Big Question

Part 4 Eliaquim's Big Question

“I’m tired of living like this,” Eliaquim says. “I want to be able to provide for my family. I want air conditioning and a beautiful house. When I tell all of this to my father, he says, ‘Okay, you are welcome to do all of that, but just remember, you can’t eat money.’ I know he’s right. I value the farm and the way I was raised, but it’s not all I want out of life.”

Meet Eliaquim, Joaquín's oldest son (and find out what his daughter, Nathalia, is whispering!).

Parakeets and All

It had been six years since I last visited Isabel’s farm and I didn’t know what to expect. The sound of rocks scraping the bottom of the rental car had gotten worse since picking up three additional passengers. After thirty minutes of jolting along the dusty road, I was relieved when we had to walk the last quarter mile. The hedge of hibiscus preceding the path to Isabel’s house looked the same, but the farm beyond looked less abundant than I remembered. I began to worry that our efforts had been in vain.