The SubRosa Sanctuary family got their start as organic vegetable farmers.  Chris and Amy combined their farming aspirations in the spring of 2007 at their  former 1 acre homestead in Shawnee, KS.  For three years they kept bees, heirloom chickens, and a 1/4 acre vegetable and medicinal plant garden.  They disconnected the plumbing to their flush toilet and utilized a homemade composting toilet which built up some beautiful soil for the garden.

After selling their house, they moved to a farm near Ottawa, KS.  Here they lived in a less than 300 square foot wood yurt with no plumbing for 9 months.  Cooking was done outside and dish washing was done by a hose.  They ran a 12 member CSA, providing organically-grown veggies, home-canned goods, fresh goat cheeses, and more.  This experience lead them to their farming destination: to build up the goat dairy (cheese-making has a much more flexible and predictable outcome than organic veggies.  This is a necessity for creating a low-stress environment for raising young children).

The Sanctuary now resides in its final resting place approximately 7 miles N of downtown Lawrence, KS.  Chris, Amy & Salem are the proud new stewards of 18.5 beautiful acres with woods, pasture, and a spring-fed well and pond!  An abundance of wild medicinals (some rare and at-risk!) and edibles graces the rolling green hills around them.  The goats, chickens, and bees have plenty of fresh spaces to forage.

The SubRosa Sanctuary serves as a sacred space where animals (wild and domestic), people (wild and domestic ; ) and plants are cared for with  utmost respect and awareness of the connection that flows throughout all of life.  As a family with young children, they value the opportunity to teach their young ones about where their food comes from, the energy it takes to grow and nurture it, and the respect required when taking an animal’s life for food.  In this way, the goal is to teach future generations that there is a chain and cycle in life, that death is a part of our destiny and not something to be feared, but rather respected.

‘s love for the natural world around her began at an early age through hikes in the eastern Missouri woods, fishing, camping, and cross country road trips in an old F-150 truck with no air-conditioning (all of these activites being guided by her nature-loving father).  Amy graduated from Sinte Gleska University on the Rosebud Reservation in South Dakota in 2004.  It was here where she saw first-hand the devasting affects of how what we eat can severly impact our spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical health (in this case, bottom of the barrel, government-issued food commodities (old, starchy potatoes, outdated tin canned goods, etc) and diabetes).

It was also on the reservation where she discovered her first plant ally: bright red, shrubby rose hips.  After college she returned to the midwest, ethically picked through the woods for rose hips, took classes with a wonderful herbal woman and worked for a progressive grocery shop specializing in local, organic foods.  She learned much about nourishing foods and transitioned from there to her 1st farm job at Fair Share Farm in Kearney, MO.   After an intense spring and summer at the farm, she moved on to do a fall work-study program at the well-known 80-acre Herb Pharm in southern Oregon.

She has since been serving the Johonson County, KS. Kansas City, MO. and Lawrence, KS. areas as a community herbalist making fresh plant-based medicines, offering seasonal medicinal & edible ID hikes, herbal workshops, and private, whole-health consultations.  Amy loves to cook nutritious meals and goodies for her family.  She follows many food paths, including:  the Specific Carbohydrate Diet, the Paleo diet, Nourishing Traditions (spear-headed by Sally Fallon), and others.  The focus is on whole, fresh foods, coming from as close to home as possible.

Chris keeps himself more than busy with a never-ending list of homesteading projects, in addition to working full-time at an off-farm job.  He will have more time to dedicate to web work once our midwest winter wind blows through.