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New to me 1999 Toyota 4Runner walk around 🤘🏼

I freaking love this rig… possibly more than my 3rd gen Tacoma

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‘love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.’

but man oh man do i love looking at him, this handsome heart that feels like home.

it was precision more than patience that led me here.

shared visions that became solo missions, both which began before we ever knew the others name.

it was being so clear in my own worth, without validation or explanation, that another could only be the best next investment and crystalline reflection, never a questioning or subtraction from.

each with a clear commitment to our paths of passion & purpose, that there was only room for another who supports & self discovers, each in equal responsibility to unravel more of what we are here to do.

the roles we are here to own are so vastly differing, and their intrinsic dynamic is to compliment - creating a united front so fortified, we have no choice but to expand into more of who we each came here to be.

a mate for my soul, a lover to my human, a companion to my heart and a man unlike any other, throughout every space in time.

i waited for him
released identities that never served me
as much as sacrificed the maiden i once was
to become the woman who would rise and grow
create a whole life, a fuller life, and even more life
for me,
and now,
because of him.

in a world that disgraces and confuses the roles of men & women who are here with wildly different missions that work in unison - i am honored to be have become a woman i love being, and to be meant for a man who honors life in his every action.

it’s the clear vision i hold for every woman who desires marriage, union, and children, born from the safety of a love that feels like a home unlike any other we’ve known next to our own heart beating -
to come alive in her body that senses the vitality of and belonging to her own soul
and the. experience a love that reflects her belonging and vitality more than we could ever have known alone

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The women I work with are extensions of the standards of responsibility I’ve taken in my own life.
They are forces of nature, inquisitive, wild, wondrous creatures of accountability and curiosity.
It is the same reason I met and married a very good, positively dangerous man who is kind and gentle and savagely ready.
I had spent most of my life either seeking validation from boys, or being a loud feminist repellent for them.
And I had to leave it all behind.

Women infantile themselves every time we evade accountability, and when I left that state of being, it put more responsibility in my hands but it sparked a sense of empowerment that has guided women for always: the choice to leave the village, in search of what is true and a life that is truly her own.

For much of my life, before I was brave enough to fully leave the herd, I believed it was the patriarchy’s fault, and that women’s rage alone was the answer. That systems needed more women as the solvent to men in power.
Now- I see a system of petulant children. Both boys and girls who have grown into adults without rites of passage to be living in responsibility of their convictions, circumstances, let alone consequences from lacking accountability for the former.

Women who are overly masculinized and caretaking the world of infantile men without receiving any true protection.
Men who are feminized, lusting and fantasizing what they can take from women without offering any real provision.
Living this way kept me famished.
Dehydrated of vitality in my cells and my self awareness.
I was empty of life force, unable to be in service to life - not the ideologies we’ve created about it.

We are generations of pain, abandonment and seething rage tucked neatly into identities curated by our circumstances.
But we are also the ones who our ancestors prayed for.
Full of wealth and choice and joyous gratitude for being given life.

Which wolf we feed in the bloodline we come from, that is up to us.

I see an urgency for women to wake to their feminine fortitude, and seek the equal counterparts in the mature masculine who urgently live to protect this world too.

It was when I left behind my wounded maiden…

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Shenanigans 🫡

Always grateful for a day out with wifey, the pups, and gear that parties as hard as we do! Shoutout to @3wautolife_official for the killer mats 🙌🏼

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i look through a future daughter’s eyes
like my mother did for herself, for me

living devotion of a bloodline not yet here
alive in our beating heart’s

my Ma envisioned the woman she needed to be
so i might be guided to become my own

her life gave me life
but it was her death
that prompted me to start truly living

the paths i’ve walked were not to feel good
but to uncover truth
and discover my own

before and beyond the false textbook history’s taught
learning the languages of the earth; flora fauna fungi soil
learning the patterns of the celestial bodies
and the regenerative potential within our own

training in inquisitive movement
challenging the conscious body
to strengthen, soften and stoke clarity

learning the art of nourishment
not through ideology nor apathy
people eating but not nourishing

this morning i said to my husband
sharing our thoughts over coffee and tea
respectively
‘i’ve been mapping my body for almost 2 decades’

practicing radical responsibility for my physical experience
throwing out novels of textbooks that we are taught as law
refusing systems of ‘sickcare’ that put no power back in our hearts or hands
designing the heart of my art
community and paradigm:
Wild Honey Women

wellness has been commodified
but true wellness is wholeness
being whole is to embrace the entirety of our experience with autonomous responsibility

to practice ‘self care’ in questioning what we’re taught
and turning towards our body of innate intelligence

to love thyself with ferocious clarity
every sensation
carrying information
only available when we listen

devotion to the life we’ve been given
a gift to open everyday

nurtured by the adoration of another
who matches our flame

my future daughters are going to see a woman who adores herself

an adoration of two beings who love one another

they will watch the woman i’ve chosen to be

my Ma said ‘i felt god for the first time growing you’

divinity sleeps within us
until we live in reverence
of our vessel made only for us

my children will see me worship creation
in my every breath
living on purpose
living for the pleasure of being alive
living as a woman who knows
everyday we get to create heaven on earth

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not quite part 2 of our origin story, but feels right on time to share some moments of the magic that was the privilege of marrying my love in the Green Mountains of VT, a place that each of our hearts have loved walking alone, and where much of our story began ⛰️

married and guided in ceremony by @charlotterises
captured, truly seen and beautifully edited by @monicajustesen
blessed by God, Mowgli & my Ma, the reasons I am standing here at all

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don’t be careful what you wish for: be clear, exact, delusional, and insane enough to meet the path that delivers you to everything meant for you, meant to be changed by all the ways you were willing to evolve, to be you and the life you kept a clear vision for❤️‍🔥

some favorites growing up, some timeless favorites always, topped by all the day dreams and visions realized with my husband - shot by the wildly talented @monicajustesen

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Once upon a time, I stopped comparing what I wanted to anyone, or anything - it simply became about a coherent sensation within: peace.

Not as a goal, but a reference point.

I want to be fluid in chaos, but not so fluent in it that it becomes the expected state. I want to have the means to move through any situation that could arise in this world, but within my home, my relationships, my family and work… chaos has no room to thrive.

There is an exhale here. A state of loving and letting go what does not serve.

I decided that the home and family I am a part of, would know ease and safety above all else, so that is what I set out to create within.

What I didn’t realize then, that I see so clearly now, is that I would have to become ruthless in the pursuit of creating boundaries, convictions and learn to accept the judgements by those who accepted chaos where I would not.

I’d rather be a warrior in a garden, than a gardener at war.
I would rather be misunderstood for fighting for a life I believe in, and know I deserve, than remain at war within myself while living in a life that accepts others chaos as my own.

I have watched the landscape of my life change again and again, allowed myself to find the courage to stay true to my inner vision, and let myself be chiseled into who I must be through all that change.
And the only thing scarier than allowing the tectonic plates of this life to shift without rigidly forcing them to stay, would have been remaining where my nervous system had become attuned to turmoil, pain and silent suffering that this world has normalized more than deep diaphragmatic breathing.

I believe with all of my heart and soul, that we are meant to facilitate more peace in this world by becoming a ferocious warrior in pursuit of our own.

Any great woman I have met who exists in a peaceful life, did not arrive there by being peaceful or being handed the keys to one.

She pursued who she needed to be to slay the false life that we are expected to remain in, and became who she must be, strong enough to keep her soft heart open.

“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious”

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There are tomatoes
filling every basket
& every bowl
on my kitchen counter.

Sun showers that turn
light into rainbows
& leave us wading in waters
to find crawfish & the first fall leaves.

Warm meals are paired
with cool summer salads
& good company
& conversations that linger
long after the noise has disappeared.

This is the kind of turn-of-season
that is felt
in the cool morning air
& the way we gather layers,
in the flowers from the garden
becoming altars all around our home.

These are the kind of life transitions
that leave us speechless
because we haven’t yet found
the words for who we will become.

In the background chatter
the world worries about AI
& climate change & inflation,
& everything that’s going to shit.

And I do too.

I’d be lying if I said
I wasn’t also busy
worrying
away at the
fraying edges
of the world
as we know it.

More importantly though,
the tomatoes need canning
& the flowers need cutting
& communities need gathering
& the cats need petting
& we need to remember
to tend to our hearts

~ may this be a prayer that we never stop forgetting the things that keep us human (even while the rest of the world goes to shit)

©️ Charlotte Rose Allen 2026

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Sacrificing situation-ships and low effort, let alone emotional immaturity was what changed the game for me. And leveling up my no bs standards across the board from soulmates to skincare— it’s all connected.

5 years ago I made nonnegotiable standards and celibacy my norm.
3 years ago I found the faith in myself to not compromise quality.
2 years ago I met a man who complimented and elevated my everything.
1 year ago I had no doubts that I would marry him.
6 months ago he asked me to marry him.

10+ years ago I was a proclaimed feminist, independent girl, who didn’t need anyone, used whatever skincare was recommended by big business and who still had a lot of opinions while also struggling with hormonal imbalance, gut issues, chronic illness, mental/emotional wellbeing and the consistency of safety within my home let alone my cyclical body…

Sacrifice makes room for vitality to bloom.
‘Before you ask someone to heal, ask if they are willing to give up what makes them sick’

It makes room for the high quality relationships that will weather every situation, and the kind of effort we all require to grow ourself, let alone with one another.

Honestly, my fiancé and our relationship is a massive flex because it mirrors the devotion I have for myself, the truth over comfort chosen and the trust in a creator that tethered our red strings to one another ❤️
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If you too are a lone wolf kind of woman, and deeply discerning of joining a pack while wanting to invest in self care that actually changes the game—I have a couple links in my bio for you 🤲🏼
The Way of the Wolven Woman is a women’s embodiment workbook that is - at your own pace - a taste of working together 1:1 at a more accessible price🐦‍🔥

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#feminineenergy #couplegoals #highvaluewoman #selfcare

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all those years and $$ spent of training devoted to learning every modality of bodywork I could literally get my hands on, paid off way more than any talk therapy I sat in.
so did learning more life skills than trying to be in intellectual control of life(waste of our precious life force) or more evolved than anyone else other than the previous versions of myself.
plus, the appreciation and reverence I have for the man who first loved and protected me, my father, is grown exponentially, and let me heal all the wounded versions of me I held onto like hot coals in clenched fists…

… I really cannot thank the paths I chose to walk down enough - they led me to him, the humility I needed, the whole body health required to lead a life of intention, and the most expansive version of myself to date; and we’ve only just begun.

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Tailgate for 4 > Restaurant

I’ve been camping since I can remember and been outside most of my life. Now I have a wife that prefers eating locally, cooking our own food, and being outside. In fact, that’s been our entire relationship and a HUGE part of our wedding.

I’m blessed beyond words.

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