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    Travel: When It’s About the Inner Journey

    by Savannah Wishart May 10, 2022
    written by Savannah Wishart

    I watch Pierpaolo at La Terra Agriturismo prepare a hearty feast for tonight’s guests as the wind blows grass over the waves of …

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Meet Savannah

Meet Savannah

Hi, I'm Savannah!

Based in Bellingham, Washington;
with roots in Stockholm, Sweden.

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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Introducing the best new podcast, šŸŽ™ Forging Fl Introducing the best new podcast, 
šŸŽ™ Forging Fluidity: on navigating primal purpose - co-hosted with my dear friend and fellow coach, Griffin of @moves_with_coombs 

Consider this your official invitation to lean into a consciously woven life that feels nothing less than fully alive. 

We are coming together in an organic dialog, where we weave together various layers of the consciously-lived (and unpretentious) human experience. 

Over the years, as our friendship has grown - supported by likeminded values around primal health, functional fitness, and expat life - we have had a multitude of conversations where I walk away thinking: ā€œI wish we had recorded this because there was so much value here!ā€ 

And now we are doing just that. Our conversations reflect humility and an honest vulnerability where we reflect on how we show up to life as the best humans we can possibly be, how we support each other as peers, and how we create space for our clients to tap into their own ultimate human experience. 

We want to invite you in to join the conversation. And we hope that by doing so, doors of possibility will open for you to tap into that feeling of what it means to be alive beyond merely existing. 

A single conversation has the power to transform your life. And if you want to dive deeper, we are both here to support you in guiding you to take on radical responsibility in every area of your life. 

Here is to living a life that feels nothing less than fully alive. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. 

Podcast link is in bio, available on Spotify, Apple, and Amazon. If you love it, please rate and subscribe for weekly (at least) drops. 

And write to us! We’d love to hear from you. 

Salty hugs. šŸŒŠšŸ„šŸ¼ā€ā™€ļøšŸ’™

#podcastandchill #carvemaglineup #surfphotographer #thesurfersjournal #primalhealthcoach
Happy birthday, America. Now, please kindly get Happy birthday, America. 

Now, please kindly get your shit together. 

For the last 5 years, I’ve watched as an expat as the US continues to rapidly decline. 

During moments of homesickness, I’ve wished over and over again that I had a country that feels safe to return to. 

The more I’ve spoken to Americans traveling as tourists, the more grateful I’ve been that I’ve been making my home abroad.

I wish for a safe country to call home - one to be proud to represent and return to - but I’m one who got away. There are many who are stuck, who have had their freedoms taken away. I’m one of the lucky ones. 

Part luck, part foresight, and a lot of dedicated hard work to live life out of the comfort zone of many. 

Now here I am in Portugal, the 3rd safest country in the world, compared to the US sitting at 128th. 

And prior to Portugal, I’ve been calling Sweden home for the last few years - ranked around number 15. 

Both countries, a far cry from a country high in the triple digits. A country that is supposed to stand for freedom, opportunity, and a place for dreams to come true - instead falling apart with rights removed for citizens, lacking healthcare or education, heart-wrenching gaps between wealth and poverty, and division amongst the people. 

As I’ve navigated the world living mostly abroad for 10 years, my identity as an American has evolved in a multitude of ways.

I’ve been proud of being infused ambition and the stubborn belief that anything is possible. Dreams can, and do, come true. 

I’ve seen that there is a certain amount of adversity that one must experience to shape character and influence an individual’s drive. The challenges I’ve faced in my life have shaped my passionate nature to build something impactful. 

I am grateful for the struggles, and for the way my parents raised me. It would have been different elsewhere. 

But I believe there is a better way. I believe that our nation can do better, and I will hold the Americans in my heart who have lost so much these last years, and continue to do so. 

The world is waiting and ready for change. 

šŸ‘– @feedmefightme and šŸ‘Ÿ @lalotactical at @extremfabriken 

#leggingsarepants
Gone surfing, be back never. šŸ„šŸ¼ā€ā™€ļø Si Gone surfing, be back never. šŸ„šŸ¼ā€ā™€ļø

Sitting on the beach overlooking Amado after my double session of surf, I couldn’t help laughing at where life has taken me. Or where I have taken life. Whichever it might be - probably a team effort, I suppose. 

As the sun slowly sunk closer to dunking itself like a glowing cookie into the Atlantic, I watched waves build, form, roll toward shore, and break. Small dots that were surfers watched, waited, & began paddling. Or they didn’t. 

Suddenly the ocean is something to analyze & understand. 

How is this wave different than the wave that came before? What made the surfer(s) paddle for this one? What were the cues they saw? Felt? 

I couldn’t help but to laugh at myself because never in my life had I felt much interest in surfing, & here I was: about a week into my travels with surfing guiding my every move. 

It made no logical sense, & that itself is a clue that this is the right direction. 

No home, no anchor pulling me anywhere. Just me, my life compressed to fit in a backpack, my sense of self infused in the present moment, a playful curiosity, an openness to adapting as I gather information & meet people… Here is where I am, & this moment is all that I have. 

Reset. Pivot. Find life & live it.

At the root of this intuitive quest to learn to surf & let it guide my way: 
Playfulness as a compass.

It sounded simple, but I knew that it wouldn’t be easy. 

With a lifetime of conditioning telling us that we need to hustle & grind, I knew shifting my mindset wouldn’t happen overnight. Even as someone who has had a business for over a decade & lived life according to my own rules: my relationship with intuitive ease, light-heartedness, & playfulness is one that needs some TLC. 

And as my frustration built in the ocean, I reminded myself: I’m not supposed to be frustrated. Learning to surf was meant to be playful. 

ā€œAllow it to be easy,ā€ I told myself. This chapter is all about stepping into a new way of being. 

As I paused to breathe deeply into my belly, I tried to surrender to the rise & fall of the waves. 

The ocean, like any woman: to understand her is to feel her. 

#take3forthesea #summerlooksgoodonyou
I have a deep wound with sisterhood. As soon as @ I have a deep wound with sisterhood.

As soon as @katie.sroka named it, so much made sense. 

Even typing ā€œsisterhoodā€ makes me feel uneasy. 

I can see that the wound, like a deep crevice scarring the earth, has been a speed bump limiting multiple areas of my life. 

I’m more comfortable with male friends, doing a tango with a barbell, & problem solving my way through life with my head. 

This is all true, & yet before Katie named it, I look at these last months of growth & see that I have placed my growth in the hands of a triage of powerful women: 

Group coaching & nervous system work with @iamsacred.space, 
Writing workshops & group coaching with @jannerobinson, 
And the most powerful 1:1 embodiment work with @katie.sroka.

As I’ve stepped into holding space as a facilitator, guide, & coach in the name of Sensual Embodiment, the feminine has - without my conscious knowing - asked me to heal this wound felt with women. 

Sensual Embodiment is asking me to explore the feminine through flowing fabrics, dresses, & skirts. 

Within all of this, inner child work has come to the surface, & I’ve asked my mom to send me photos of little Savannah between 6-8 years of age. I need to see her to hold her with the depth she deserves. 

It seems I’ve always walked the line between the masculine & feminine, even as a little one - a tomboy playing soccer to satisfy the masculine (not to mention the intensity of academic achievement), & dressing up in elaborate dresses from thrift shops. 

When did I stop wearing dresses? I wonder. 

Sensual Embodiment is asking me to feel into my body & my heart, to give my tired head a rest. 

As for the masculine? 

The Beast half of the Goddess doesn’t need more physical intensity; we’ve got that covered as an integrated foundation. 

Instead, the masculine has shown up in asking to build a stronger relationship with the energy of money, & that’s exactly what I have done. Boy, does it feel powerful. 

How do you balance the primal masculine and divine feminine within yourself? Coaching sessions are open again; link in bio to dive deep šŸ‘‰šŸ»

šŸ’ƒšŸ¼ myself with a BTS outtake from an anonymous collaboration before jumping into the ice. ā„ļøšŸ„°
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˜
How do you invite your inner child to play? šŸ¤øšŸ¼ā€ā™€ļø

Coming out of 41 days of isolation, I dove headfirst into workshops with @jannerobinson and 1:1 coaching being supported by @katie.sroka, to get a better understanding in how I wanted to move forward after reprogramming my brain & body & mind. 

Over 41 days, I bought back 100% ownership of my time, seeing that somehow I had gotten pulled into a version of reality that was not benefitting me. 

In day 2 of Janne’s #Unscripted workshop, she brought our attention to PLAY. Asking the group to imagine a time in our childhood when we were playing. A moment expressed with full freedom & infused with pure curiosity. 

She followed with expressing that it’s normal to feel a sense of sadness when reaching back into these memories. Whether the sadness comes from a loss of playfulness early on in our childhood, or the loss of playfulness as an adult. Perhaps both.

For me, I experienced both. A childhood that focused on striving for achievement. Academics, athletics, & excellence were at the forefront of my focus. And, carried forward as an adult: taking life way too seriously.

Eventually, when I explored my memories with more depth, I remembered that I used to love climbing trees.

I remembered that I’ve always had a connection with animals - holding handfuls of ladybugs and petting bumblebees. Me & the animals & nature, we always got along nicely.

Nature holds no judgment. Nature holds you, just as you are.

And trees - mmmm, there is a feeling of safety, security, & wholeness when held supported above the ground.

Evolutionarily, it makes sense. We used to escape predators by climbing up high into trees. Our nervous system can relax. We are safe.

Though we aren’t cave(wo)men running from predators today, we experience the same hormonal stress response from daily obligations - emails, people depending on us, busy schedules. 

If we take time to climb into a tree, we can give ourselves a momentary feeling of safety & calm, levitating above the ground.

šŸ¤øšŸ¼ā€ā™€ļø Ready to reset your life? My refreshed 1:1 sensual & primal embodiment sessions are now open. Link in bio for direct booking, or email me for more info. 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.
One of the most effective meditations for me, is o One of the most effective meditations for me, is one where I visualize passing my entire self through a tea strainer. Blocks of energy, heavy thoughts, stagnant feelings - they’re caught in the mesh sieve, and I always come out of the meditation feeling lighter. 

I experience a similar effect in the forest. Whether it’s a run, ruck, or ruck-run, each step filters my brain, and by the time I walk out from the comfort of the towering trees, I emerge with a crisp sense of clarity. 

As Henry David Thoreau states with such eloquent simplicity: 
ā€œI took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.ā€

šŸŒ²šŸ§˜šŸ¼ā€ā™€ļøšŸ’š

When you’re yearning to be held, what better place to go than the forest? 

The ground holds you with stability. 

The trees wrap around you in a warm embrace. 

Asking nothing of you, but giving you everything that you need. 

The soundtrack is composed of birds singing between the treetops, insects buzzing, and wind rustling the leaves. 

As you walk, your feet provide a steady metronome. 

You can visualize pouring your brain through the branches of the trees, so that the needles act as a filter - catching the thoughts and emotions that are weighing you down. 

And you leave the forest feeling lighter, stronger, and as if life will come with more ease. 

#forestmeditation
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  • Home
  • B2B
    • Retreat Photography & Coaching
    • Recipe Development & Food Photography
  • Work With Me
    • My Coaching Method
    • Love is the Root: 4 Week Reboot
    • 1:1 Men’s Coaching ↠ Primal Embodiment
    • 1:1 Life Coaching Packages
    • Paleo Meal Delivery | Bellingham, Washington
  • Published
    • Published Portfolio
    • Commercial Work
  • Meet Savannah
    • Hi, I’m Savannah
    • MILRUCK & SEALFIT PST Scores
  • Ethos
  • Stories
  • Snapshots Of
    • Colares, Portugal Roadtrip
    • Algarve, Portugal
    • Italia
    • San Miguel de Allende
    • Human Nature
    • Food & Recipes
  • Contact