Rebirth

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“Sometimes we go about life thinking that we’re living the love story…

And then something dies, something so hard to let go of, something necessary, and perhaps painful to release.

Maybe an idea of how things are supposed to be.

But part of the Great Mystery is learning to love the unknown.

It’s THEN that the love story can really begin, and the magic can unfold, the fragmented bits begin to make sense and form the real story.

This Easter week I am wishing you the wisdom to sacrifice what is seeking release and experience a rebirth.

Step into your true love story.

You know what to do.

All you need is Love.”

-Pixie Campbell

-My last package from the amazing Lindsay Luna and Agony of Leaves Membership.

It was an amazing few months of the most lovely packaged goods.

Scrumptious tea’s, handmade soaps, lip balms and beautiful gems.

Every time I sat to photograph this tea, drink this tea I felt ease rush into my body.

I felt a little more home.

It has been part of my journey towards loving this body a little more.

A little more.

And a little more.

With each package,

Each sip I marinated in that feeling.

The feeling of REBIRTH.

Like I can do anything…

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I got up early.

Early enough to see the last bit of golden shine kiss the tree’s edges.

Early enough to hear the hum and chatter of birds communicating.

Their little bodies still silhouetted on the branches.

Everything is still.

No bush or blade of green shiver.

Just peace.

Wafting… Rolling… Peace…

It makes me want to eat blackberries while bathing in sunshine.

Or walk wild flower fields with Katariina.

It makes me want to camp among boulders and builds fires with my love.

It makes me feel at home.

This stillness.

Like I can do ANYthing.

Like I was made FOR that anything.

Breakfast with my love.

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“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength,

who does not doubt my courage or my toughness,

who does not believe me naive or innocent,

who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”

-Anias Nin

>CONSISTENTLY> CONSCIOUSLY > CHOOSING>

People whom compel your beauty and strength to rise forth.

-Duck eggs from NEW EARTH FARMS

-Pitaya smoothie from FRUITIVE 

-Floral from the forest just beyond my yard

Earth was our home

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We camped near the sea.

You could smell the salt as you awoke mingling with campfire.

Fog rolled in covering everything in mystery.
Our bodies ached from the earth beneath our bodies.

But yet I felt more alive than usual.

“Under the mossy tree’s that were sanctuary to Civil War Soldiers.
and in the swampy land that became their hell.
We will make:
Fire and Kisses.
Magic and Alters.
We will stare at the moon in whatever glory she shares and listen to her stories.
Many stories of our past and of our future.
We will sleep close to the earth, faces nestled into it’s sultry smell.
We will listen to the songs of the great mother pound throughout the night.
We will not go far in distance, but we will travel.
Travel deep into each other and ourselves.

Spirit.

IMG_4129IMG_4130Her name was spirit.

And she was all kinds of good.