Exploring the beauty and wonder of everyday life on the mountain: mindful mothering, hopeful homemaking, and restful moments.
Hi, I’m Jordan!
Most people in my life call me “Jordy,” but now, I’m lucky to be called “Ma.” I’m a mom to two sweet boys, my Little Bear and my Wilder Baby. I’m also a wife to my best-friend, the man of the place, and first and foremost, I’m a child of God.
Welcome to Wildflower on the Mountain, a place where I passionately share tips and tricks I’ve learned as a mother and homemaker as well as natural beauty recommendations and snippets of our simple life.
I grew up in a small southern town and moved to New York City after graduating college. In the city, I worked in the beauty industry. It’s also where I met my husband. Together, while living in that concrete jungle, we discovered a love of nature. I realized that I missed the fresh air and green landscapes that I took for granted years before. The city lights and skyline no longer excited me. I longed to see pine trees and mountain views and smell gardenias and honeysuckles.
We took a leap of faith and found our dream home, a modest and humble ranch-style house from the 40’s, here on the mountain. I’m grateful for all the memories we’ve made here so far — the hours in the hammock hanging in the woods, picking green apples with Little Bear to make homemade pie, the home birth of Wilder Baby — and all the moments to come.
These days, I can often be found wearing my youngest son in a soft woven wrap, while chasing after my barefoot toddler. I’m learning to enjoy the routine of washing dishes, changing cloth diapers, and baking sourdough bread.
A lot has changed in the last decade, including my hair color, which is back to its natural shade. Although I rarely wear makeup, I still appreciate a good non-toxic mascara. I’m no longer concerned with the latest fashions; I’m much more drawn to vintage prairie skirts and antique nightgowns.
I love learning, and I aspire to learn new skills that will make this beautiful, wonderful life more more peaceful, easeful, and graceful.
The hustle and bustle of city life taught me the importance of rest. And this wonderland on the mountain continues to remind this country girl to take time to be still and thank the Lord for all the blessings He has bestowed on our family.
A few fun facts about me:
In high school, I was the editor of the newspaper, valedictorian, and voted best dressed.
My husband and I eloped in my favorite city, Charleston. (When I was younger, I spent weeks there every summer and even kayaked under the Cooper River Bridge.) I wore my mom’s wedding dress.
Rainbows remind me of my grandfather, who was my favorite person in the world. There was a rainbow in the sky the day I graduated college and when I got married.
I aim to eat whole foods, plant-based meals. During both pregnancies, I craved fruit and made from scratch biscuits.
I’m a certified hypnotherapist and specialized in hypnobirthing, but I didn’t use any of the techniques I learned when giving birth. In fact, I’m no longer a fan of hypnosis, since scripture teaches us to be self-controlled and alert (1 Peter 5:8). With that being said, I believe rest and relaxation are super helpful during pregnancy, labor, and beyond.
I also completed yoga teacher training and learned to teach prenatal yoga; however, I no longer practice because it does not align with my Christian faith.
Both of my boys were born in water. My husband held me the first time, and the next, he caught our baby.
My husband says I’m a “crunchy mom.” Although I do love making homemade granola, he calls me this because I appreciate natural remedies, and if I think it’s best for my children, I’ll happily go against the status quo.
If I have spare time when my boys are resting, if I’m not writing a blog post or reading a book, I like to learn new crafts, such as sewing, knitting, and crocheting. I’m still a total newbie at these fiber arts, but I’m pleased with the linen blanket and toy rabbit I made my son as well as the apron I sewed my mom with fabrics that once belonged to my grandmother.
I’m a Daddy’s girl, and I pray that I can be at least half as good of a mother as my mom.
I hope that through this blog I can inspire, encourage, and motivate other mamas.