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    Salted Meringue | Ethos: Love

    by Savannah Wishart November 1, 2019
    written by Savannah Wishart

    livsnjutare /lÉŖfsn’jʉ:tarɛ/ one who loves life deeply & lives it to the extreme from a distance you watch waves foam at my lips …

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Meet Savannah

Meet Savannah

Ciao, sono Savannah

Currently living inconsistently between
- Stockholm, Sweden & Toscana, Italia.

I came up with "The Primal Revolution" in 2013, & have since been fine-tuning what that actually means to me.Ā 

The definition is always evolving, but at the core, I am unravelling the layers of the ultimate human experience.Ā 

What makes us human, why does it matter, & how do we get there?Ā 

See you on the road,
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What does it mean to be Feminine? šŸ‘‡šŸ» My coa What does it mean to be Feminine? šŸ‘‡šŸ»

My coach @katie.sroka invited me to explore what ā€œfeminineā€ means to me. 

I listened to her words at my halfway point of an out-and-back ruck to my lake. 15 km round-trip. 

Rucking. Not very feminine. 

But it’s an activity that has become a core component of my identity and mental well-being since my first @milruck even in February 2019. Carrying the world on my back - in a physical sense - has, and continues to, reinforce the strength of my mental fortitude and amplify the sculpting of my physical body. 

Throw on my ruck, step out the door, and after a few meters, life feels lighter. 

Physically, it has supported a level of ease in maintaining a lean but muscular physique as an effortless baseline. 

Mmmm, ā€œeffortless.ā€

What does feminine mean to me? 

Effortless expansion. 

My feet hit the earth, left-right-left-right, sounding a metronome that strikes in the silence of the woods. Silence that is not so silent if you pause to listen to the symphony of birdsong, the rustle of trees. 

Peel away the headphones and invite your ears to fall open, parting like the petals of a flower. 

Effortless expansion. Mmm, yes. And how does this feel in my body? It feels like… p..a..u..s..e….

Feminine is a pause. The space between. The audible sigh that vibrates as a soft mmmm-oan as you exhale with the whole of your body. The surrender. The softening. 

What does it mean to feel into your feminine? 

Men, I’m especially curious to hear your take on this one! Book a 1:1 session if you’re craving a safe space to explore your own inner power dynamics with primal embodiment. 🤩

#desertart #rockart #visitportugalšŸ‡µšŸ‡¹ #algarvelovers #divinefeminine
I love the imperfect messiness of the self portrai I love the imperfect messiness of the self portraiture process. 

The imperfect poses that aren’t exactly right. 

The composition that hardly ever satisfies the rule of thirds, & may sometimes feel aesthetically clunky. 

Most recently, inviting imperfect playfulness with the body out of focus & supplemented with noise.

There was a part of me that used to want to photograph others, so then I would be in full control of angles & lighting. I would be able to see how the body folded over the landscape, & direct them to make minor shifts - point the toe a little more; rotate the hips just a smidge; draw the shoulder away from the ear. 

But, it was never meant to be perfect. The potency of the process outweighs the need for perfection.

There is the process that is a container for self reflection, celebration, & growth. Within this container, there’s time & space to sit with Mother Earth, be held, & pause. These containers exist within familiar environments - ones in which I know the topography, how often people come and go, & the rhythm to life. 

Then, there is the process that has no container. There is an overwhelming awe of an alien landscape made for another planet, with a kaleidoscope of colors and textures coming at me from north, south, east, west. An endless abundance of new nature to collaborate with, & limited time. This process moves fast - before I know where the web of trails falls around me, how the landscape dips and rises to invite a possibility of prying eyes, how quick the sun is to sink below the horizon, & how the texture of light unfolds with dusk. 

I’m these alien landscapes: I’m wandering naked & waist-deep through unknown plants with who-knows-what microscopic critters. The endless scratches decorate my skin as I’ve tangled with thorns & rubbed my shoulders raw against jagged rocks. 

And last night, as light faded too fast, suddenly a loud buzz filled the air, & the air came alive. 

My bare body, surrounded with swarms of large locusts. There’s a small moment of unease, but then I laugh at the absurdity of it all. Just as suddenly as it began, within minutes, the vibrations calm & silence hangs in the air.

šŸ’Œ to book or buy prints. šŸ˜
In exactly two weeks of working with @katie.sroka In exactly two weeks of working with @katie.sroka as my coach, my life has moved from a clouded confusion fluctuating between periods of depression & anxiety, to crisp clarity. 

Yesterday, a decision about how to move forward came to me. And as it settled in, my energy shifted from a heavy burden to a light ease. 

I didn’t make the decision. 

At least, not in the way we usually think of making decisions. ā€œMaking up our mind,ā€ as it were. 

I’ve been procrastinating on buying a plane ticket. The destination was feeling so certain, but I resisted the ticket. Drawing the outlines of everything I was aiming for in this next chapter, but not filling the color between the lines. 

Last week, I realized: 
ā€œIf it was a decision of the mind, I would have made it already.ā€

Friday I had a reiki session with Katie. 

Saturday, as I was running through the woods, I could feel my mind continuing to spin. Gears turning over & over in search of a decision. I sat down amongst the trees, cradled by the mossy stones, encompassed by the towering trees. 

Turn off, brain, turn off. 

And here, I realized: 
āœˆļø I am a landing strip. 

With reiki, meditations, and doing the work, I have been clearing the air. The storm clouds have parted, so that the plane - which is the decision - can land. This decision is too important to be made from the limits of the mind. It’s a decision to be received. 

Too important, and at the same time, not important at all. Action, whatever action, will move things forward. Paralysis will keep everything the same. 

Sunday & Monday, a new path was suggested.

Tuesday, I stepped fully into that path, determined to trust this intuitive hit that, in the surface, seems impulsive & sudden. I closed off the energy leaks of second guessing myself. My vision (literally, physically) cleared. 

And today, Wednesday: I’m in an exhausted energy hangover. Weeks and months of depression and anxiety and stress were a constant tension, & with this decision forward, it’s as if my entire being has deflated into a heap of relief. 

Finally, rest. Trust. Clarity.

And a reminder that life moves so damn fast when we do the work to seriously initiate change in our lives.
[1/2] ā€œBecause it is right.ā€ PerchĆ©? PerchĆ© [1/2] ā€œBecause it is right.ā€

PerchƩ?
Perché è così.

Why why why why? 

The more frequently and with the more urgency I demand the question, the more elusive the answer becomes. 

As if the Universe is rolling her eyes in exasperation and begging me to hear the answer that, like life, is staring me in the face: 

ā€œBecause it is right.ā€

Could it be so simple?

Simply, because it is right. Isn’t that enough? 

My focus lately has been on walking down memory lane, looking at journals and photos from a year ago - an attempt to take myself back in time to write all of the stories that were at the center of the intention behind my travels in the first place. Stories written in real time, which always seem to be hijacked by the delusional belief that if I sink fully into the presence of this moment, right here & right now, in unfamiliar territories, I can absorb so much more. 

Logic tells me that the more I absorb without the distraction of real-time documentation, the more easily it will be to write stories of depth from the comforts & familiarity of "home." Memory, surely, will suffice. 

Besides - logic tells me - I can write from anywhere in the world.  Why take myself out of presence so rich, to sit with a machine, when I could be spending time with people filled with lively exuberance? 

And yet, in over a decade of telling myself this, & almost two decades as an international traveler, not once has this worked.

Part of saturating yourself in the depth of every story is a requisite to infuse the written narrative with feelings & observations that you can only capture within that moment. 

Logic, as per usual, is superseded by a deeper truth that defies it. 

šŸ“ø self portrait captured above the hills of Firenze 
// magical glass orbs from Fiesole šŸ”®

#sonyalphafemale #ladolcevitaly #fiesole #firenzešŸ‡®šŸ‡¹
Nestled in a small valley in the Chianti region si Nestled in a small valley in the Chianti region sits an abandoned shoe heel factory, neglected and crumbling to the ground. 

Nella Valle Della Luna, as I have always called it, due to the topography and the family crest decorated with a crescent moon stamped against the exterior. 

A powerful thing, to give a dream a name. Almost as if you have given birth to something living, breathing, screaming for your attention. 

And in a way, you have… haven’t you? 

A necessary ingredient to a dream turned reality, is declaring that dream to the world. 

There is a certain period of time when it’s important to keep your dreams to yourself. At least, for the most part. There are some special characters you’ll let in on the beginnings of the secret – those whose eyes will sparkle with possibility, reflecting back your passionate enthusiasm and expanding your scope of what is possible. But they are few and far between. When you’ve first planted the seeds, there’s a sacred time of private nurturing – watering and waiting and allowing time for the roots to take to the earth, before you invite others in whose footsteps may carelessly trample the new growth into the ground. 

>> full story about Nella Valle Della Luna on my website (link in bio) 

#ladolcevitaly #chiantilovers #italymagazine
14 kilometres not a haiku, but enjoy regardless 14 kilometres 

not a haiku, but enjoy regardless

/

the longer you wait, the
colder it gets, the faster you run 
left my ruck; cardio sucks 

/

#girlswhoruck #goruck #ladolcevitaly #firenzešŸ‡®šŸ‡¹ #traveldeep
salted meringue / from a distance you watch wav salted meringue 

/

from a distance
you watch waves foam
at my lips
salted meringue
beating against my teeth
depth
is what you imagine
beneath the surface
but if I let you in
to wade in the
waters of my heart
I worry that your feet will
never leave the ground
you’ll wade
waist deep
and you’ll see that the
depths were an illusion
painted by a raging sea
the brush
taking on turbulence
from life lived
beyond a constant
sunny disposition
at least I know
the clouds that pulse
with the beat of blood
rushing through my veins
are no illusion
no matter the depth
your feet find buried
in the sand
will you have the courage
to take a breath
expand your lungs
with my last exhale
breathe me in
dive deep
and meet me underneath

/

#ladolcevitaly #firenze #artmodel #lifeisart #mybodyisatemple
What are you seeking? What are you craving? What What are you seeking? 
What are you craving? 
What are you growing? 

Tuning into what I can only describe as soul yearnings, to understand where the strings of my heart are being drawn to. 

Sitting with the feelings of uncomfortable emptiness at the root of each question to allow the space to better understand the somatic experience woven together with the words. 

What are you Seeking? 

This is where you direct your vision. Where does your gaze land? 

Are your eyes straining in the dark, desperately trying to see your hand a couple inches in front of your face? Are you calmly taking the path one step at a time, with a lamp illuminating your feet? Or are you confidently pushing forward with your focus locked on a target at the edge of the horizon? 

Neither way is wrong. Neither way is right. At some point, we will experience all three, and endless flavours in between. Within each, there are lessons to be learned hiding in the shadows and illuminated by the light. 

What are you Craving? 

Mmm, this is the one I feel the most: a magnet pulls from the gut and the heart. 

Craving, yearning, longing. It shows up as an ache, almost as if a nutrient deficiency that runs soul-deep. 

What are you Growing? 

Where is it you direct your hands to create something of value and meaning? This is where you are into action that is driven by momentum infused with conscious intention. 

So, I will ask you again: 
What are you seeking? What are you craving? What are you growing? 

And what are you doing about it? 

Our vision. 
Our hearts. 
Our hands. 

Bring them together and we can create infinite potential to harness a life propelled by the unstoppable nature that is you, fully and unapologetically, defined on your terms. 

ā™„ļø

Body, self-tie, flowers, photo: me.
Super proud of myself: me. 🌼
Glitter jute ropes from @lahtnor ✨
LifeRide Podcast: Episode 10, out now! 🄰 @lifer LifeRide Podcast: Episode 10, out now! 🄰 @liferidepodcast 

How would you like to get naked for me? šŸ˜ 

Absolutely loved this conversation about n4dity, boundaries, bd🪱m, and so much more - with Alice and Johanna.

Though I talk about nakedness and mirror work as if it is an easy thing, it takes a lot of courage to come face to face with yourself every day. In a world where we are constantly running (particularly if you are living in an urban environment), we don’t take time to truly see ourselves. 

To see ourselves begins a path to acceptance. 

It takes courage because we are conditioned to hide ourselves from the world; and we internalise that, believing that we are not good enough, not enough, and we need fixing. 

There is no money to be made within the economy from someone who is satisfied with who they are and what they have in life, after all. 

And so, if sitting fully naked with yourself and making eye contact in the mirror feels too confronting, the first step is simply…

To pause. šŸ™šŸ» 

Carve out moments of nothingness in your schedule, so that you have space to breathe. Put your phone away. Stop scrolling. Sit in stillness. Wrap your arms around yourself to hold all that you are, all who you have been, all who you will be. 

Begin creating a loving relationship within yourself that depends on no one but yourself, so that you can ride the waves of life with ease - being your own anchor of resilience. 

And, as always, I’m available to support you when you’re ready to dive fully into this journey, creating a wholesome life designed on your terms. 

Listen on Spotify or iTunes; easy to search, or link is in my bio. 

Please give them a rating if you enjoy it, and as this is entirely new territory of courage for me to explore, I would love love love you hear your feedback or takeaways. ā¤ļø

Photos featured of my shoot with the beautiful beast goddess @aliceroos. Johanna can be found at @rizzoholistic. 

Thank you for having me, and for elevating the way my voice can take up space to new volumes! šŸ™šŸ»
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