Raw Milk Lattes, Sunbathing, and Living from the Land: Costa Rica, Jungle Style.

There’s something magical about the rhythm of life when you slow down enough to feel it. The simplicity of going to the farm and picking up fresh eggs & veggies. Playing in the rivers. And sitting on the mountain tops as the sun goes down.

These days, my mornings start with the sun warming my skin, feet pressed into the damp, dewy grass as I sip a raw milk latte made from the sweetest cows and goats on a nearby farm. It's not just about the latte (though, let’s be honest, it tastes way better when it comes from animals who live happy, peaceful lives)—it’s about how much closer I feel to the earth, my body, and the natural cycles of life.

My Creamy Goat/Cow Milk Latte Recipe.

Ingredients:

• 1 cup Raw Goat or Cow Milk

• 1-2 teaspoons Raw Honey or Maple Syrup

• ¼ teaspoon Cinnamon (optional)

• 1 shot of Espresso or ½ cup Strong Brewed Coffee

• 1 teaspoon Organic Coconut Oil or Ghee (optional for creaminess)

Instructions:

1. Warm the Milk:Heat the milk gently over the stove until just before boiling.

2. Brew the Coffee:Prepare your espresso shot or strong brewed coffee.

3. Combine & Froth/Blend:Pour the coffee into a mug. Add raw honey or maple syrup. For extra creaminess, blend in a teaspoon of coconut oil or ghee.

4. Pour in the Warm Milk:Froth the milk (if you have a frother) or whisk it vigorously. Pour over the coffee.

5. Optional Cinnamon Sprinkle:Add a sprinkle of cinnamon and enjoy while sunbathing or after a nourishing meal.

“Why drink oat milk when you can drink goat or cow milk? Keep it real, mama.”

This season of living feels like a reclamation. A return to trusting the wisdom of nature and my own intuition. From the choice to consciously conceive our next child, to free birthing, to raising our kids in a way that is connected to the land-- it’s all been a journey of letting go of external noise and leaning deeper into the ancient truths my body already knows.

I didn’t leave the conventional systems out of fear or rebellion. I left because I craved a different rhythm.

One where my children could grow up surrounded by life instead of screens and fluorescent lights. Where education is led by curiosity. Where the earth is the greatest classroom.

It’s not about escaping the world or shielding our kids from reality. It’s about letting them experience the world from a place of innocence, wonder, and connection. To feel the sweetness of walking barefoot on damp soil. To know where their food comes from as they pick fruit straight from the trees. To allow our nervous systems to heal, rest, and hear the voice of our own intuitions.

And honestly? It feels like I’m learning just as much as they are.

But this life—it's not always gentle. Living here in the jungle has a way of humbling you. Reminding you how small you really are in the face of raw, wild nature.

Because Pacha Mama... she doesn't coddle you. She teaches you.

The kind of fear she awakens isn’t the fear-mongering control we were raised in—the constant “be careful,” “watch out,” and the unspoken anxiety passed down through generations shaped by trauma and systems designed to keep us small.

No. This is something different.

It’s healthy fear. The kind that awakens your instincts. The kind that reminds you how powerful and wild the earth is—and how small we really are in her presence.

Story Time

A few weeks ago, I had a moment where the jungle initiated me, quite literally. I was driving back from a visit at sunset and decided to take a back road, thinking it would be a scenic shortcut. Turns out, I missed a massive sign that read DANGER – DO NOT DRIVE.   

The road got steeper. Rougher. And suddenly, I was completely stuck. Tires spinning. The truck sliding downwards on an incline so steep, I could feel it tipping onto two wheels. It was terrifying.

By the grace of God, my man was only a few minutes away in his own jungle truck. And, somehow, I had just enough cell service to reach him—which is nothing short of a miracle out here, considering how rare it is to get a signal this deep in the mountains.

It took us 30 minutes of pure teamwork to get me backed up this insane slope. There were moments where I felt paralyzed by fear, the wheels slipping, the jungle closing in, and I could feel that primal part of my nervous system lighting up—*this is dangerous.*

But we made it out. And when we finally got to solid ground? We both got out of the car and did a full somatic release—shaking, breathing, letting the fear move through us. Thank God for the wisdom of our bodies and the practice of release.

This life? It’s not perfect. It’s raw. It’s messy. It requires constant presence and surrender. But it’s real.

And in this slowness, in these moments of being so fully alive—whether I’m sipping a raw milk latte in the sunshine or trembling from a near-disaster on a jungle road—I’m finding a deeper kind of abundance.

The kind you can’t buy. The kind that comes from being here, fully.   

And yes... the raw milk lattes really do taste better this way.

Let me know what you think in the comments and drop any questions you have about jungle life! And don’t forget to follow along on Instagram. And if no one has told you lately, you are doing a great job.