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I’ve always LOVED this traditional folk song, Wild Mountain Thyme. We started playing this song together one night in June and before I knew it Layv had hooked up the mics and we had recorded it in one take - classic! Song releasing to all platforms on October 15th, you can pre-save it now via the link in my bio so it drops into your lap that day. If you’re reading this, thank you for being here❤️🙏🏻

#irish #scottish #golassiego #traditionalfolkmusic wildmountaintyme
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Tucked deep inside the Santa Monica mountains, your people and my people came together and mostly,

We, came together. 

A total dream-like-fairy-tale, I wore abalone earrings and flowers in my hair, a hand made plant dyed dress with your scarf to match because, that’s us.

I cried. Oh, I cried, so fucking much! Every time you came near me that entire weekend, your hair, your jawline, it seemed more beautiful than ever and most of all, every time I looked at you, I saw our lifetime together and it was

A ceremony, a real life ceremony.

The food was real, cooked over the open fire, it was an art installation within its self. 

The people, art as well. From all walks of life and literally the planet at large. Beaming, beautiful, fucking people!

Who would have thought when your soul came into this world, pitched way in East Africa 

That you and I would find each other,

Again. 

Let’s do it, again and again and again. But the truth is, I don’t think we have much choice in it. Our souls know what to do.

My love, my lion, my HUSSSSSSSSBAND!!!!!! 

All photos by @laurenexploren (are you kidding me?! She captured THE, everything)

Dress design and collab  by @thewaywelivetoday who has the most incredible fashion instincts, my fashion inspo!

Food by dear friend, epic epic @chefthomasdrury 

And love from source, god, universe itself and I count my blessings every day.

#lovestory #cawedding #ceremony #film #filmwedding
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33 is my “Jesus year”…. Or so they say 🥹✨❤️‍🔥

I have never felt so seen, loved or cherished as I did yesterday with so many of my beautiful humans celebrating me. 

I kept thinking to myself…. Wow, if these are my friends, I must be doing something really really right!!!!

I have prayed for so long for a life that feels like this - to be accepted and loved for all that I am, in all of my shadows and light, all of my quirks and awkwardness and the vast full spectrum of my humanity. 

I always say that the highest form of healing is within returning to / and honoring your inner child. My inner child feels alive and well. I’ve never lived in a place more me, nor have been surrounded by so many humans that make me feel more me. The work that I do is an extension of my soul and my inner child’s lived experience. 

Within 32, I accomplished one of the biggest creative projects of my life - bringing Attuned Facilitator Training to life and literally watching myself birth something into the 3D that was once just a little seedling in the astrals. Now, 10 months later, over 25 students are now carrying forth the attuned method into the world and sharing their medicine. This has been the most fulfilling and purposeful work of my life. 🌞

32 was a year of building, and 33 feels like it is inviting me into more integration and softness. Really cultivating right relation between my healthy inner masculine and healthy inner feminine, and still not fully understanding what this looks like or what it means for my work. It feels a bit like I am in the cocoon yet again, where I must dissolve into nothingness in order for my wings to grow, more colorful and beautiful than they’ve ever been before. 🦋 🌈🦄

My word(s) and deepest prayer for this year is inner security - building an anchored and strong inner foundation so that all of my relations, familial, romantically, in business + beyond are built upon a foundation of secure attachment.

So much of my life has been driven by chaos, upheaval & waiting for the other shoe to drop. It runs deep in my DNA & lineage. 33 is the year I am devoted to healing this for myself and my ancestry 🧬 

And so it may be! ❤️‍🔥
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There are corners of the globe
where Mother Earth
thrives
sings
screams
bathes
thrums
in the untouched preserved beauty of her own power

We are told water is scarce
Never enough
Save it grasp it reach for it 
Yet Earth gives in everflowing abundance~
Infinite Water
Air so pure my lungs dance in ecstasy w/ each life-giving sip
Everything we need is here
offered up in surplus

396,500 people live on the entire island of Iceland & 10 million live in LA county alone 🤯

Last week I, a California girl
who survives on liquid sunshine,
let
𝕥ꫝꫀ ꪶꪖꪀᦔ ꪮᠻ ⅈᥴꫀ ꪖꪀᦔ ᠻⅈ𝕣ꫀ
rumble
in
my BOWELS
my loins
Cold plunge after plunge into icy 
spring, river, oceanic wave
Sweet heat relief
gently burning skin
as geothermal waterfalls
cascade down slick rock at my back

Alive.
I am
Unmistakably Alive!
Reverberates thru my mind each time I rise from icy water & claw my way back to moss
Cold… so cold
fingers numb
shaking 
frozen
surely I won’t survive—
Warm wool wraps me in
Icelandic hands caress my skin
Cacao melts upon tremoring tongue
reminding me that honey, too, lives here 
Cocooned in the bosom of the Westfjords
I find home again

This land has shaped me
Carved a purity in my heart
I’ve shed tears here
Sweat 
Stank
& smelled of moss
Like the land
I’ve held secrets close
Twined timid truths ‘round vines&swore to never be seen
Like the waters
I’ve spilled soul-deep sorrows from my lips I thought I’d never let live
I’ve come to know love
thru contours of Earth merging w/ curves of my own human flesh

The land of volcanic eruption&glacial majesty
Where elven fae play among red crowberries ripening
Home to fertile goddess Freyja,
unseen ally dancing at the edge of imagination,
has opened my senses
not just to her moss
soft under foot
her icy pools&squirting springs
the rugged, whipping wind
that— when you listen— 
sings 🌬️
But to all land

Coming home to the Canyon
I see sage brush&oak trunks w/ fresh eyes
Rosemary never smelled so pungent
Topanga too knows the mossy hills of Iceland now thru
my touch
my taste
my breath
spring water still alive in my veins
satiating, just enough,
the ever-present ache to immerse in clear, radically ecstatic water & have that water be immersed in me💧
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