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Portfolio Category: Mountain Biking

LOAM Equipment: Custom Made Bike Bags | Bellingham, WA
March 15, 2023

Environmental product photography: custom made bike bags from Bellingham, Washington's LOAM Equipment. B2B Bar Bag for Structures Brewing.

by Savannah Wishart
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Olá, Hej, Ciao, Hi.

Hi, I'm Savannah

Hi, I'm Savannah.

Currently based out of Ericeira, Portugal after building my life in Stockholm, Sweden for 6 years.

Unbeatable Mind coach, sensual embodiment coach, Paleo recipe developer & food photographer, nude fine artist, and oh so much more.

As of 2022: I am currently merging my brands together; you can find updated stories and coaching at
The Primal Revolution; and my fine art nude work at The Beast Goddess.

Here you'll find a constantly evolving space devoted to the elements that make us human - on the deepest, but most simple, level.

The art of the ultimate human experience - the practice of slow living; conscious & ethical travel; the preservation of diversity & cultural tradition; celebration of what the human body & mind are capable of (and how to get there, too).

Ultimately, I explore what life really is, why we're here, and what we should do about it.

Looking for answers to life's biggest questions is where you'll find me.

See you on the road,
x Savannah

Little Stories of My Life

Savannah Wishart

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Chapter 32: The Heart Opens A few weeks ago, some Chapter 32: The Heart Opens A few weeks ago, someone asked me out with some fine print attached, saying that they saw based on my writing that I’m “still healing.” I said yes - I’m still healing. And I believe that healing & the building of connection can co-exist. This connection ended up staying in friendship, but the conversation encouraged me to turn my attention inward to be curious about my timeline, my process, the state of my heart. They talked about being ready to step into relational healing with the right person. I wondered to myself, what does it mean to be ready? When do you pass yourself off as healed, placing a check mark on the box of your heart? What I noticed is that I had been building & making a comfortable home in a narrative based on “I’m not ready.” As I began to be curious, I felt all the layers of armour wrapped around my heart. In curiosity, I gently began to peel away the edges & unravel layer upon layer. My breaths deepened & I felt a spark of joy ignite in my heart. Unattached to anyone else, I remembered my way back into what it feels to be living with an open heart. Not for anyone, but myself. And what a wonderfully happy week I had. Joyful, playful, expressive - my sacral on fire. It opened up the possibility of a different connection, one whose seed was previously planted in my brain-space of “not ready.” I was able to feel into it with more of an open, curious heart. When this person shared this desire for “relational healing,” I did some internal digging. I realized: I have been ready for relational healing for years - ever since I expressed frustration to @traverboehm that my personal growth felt stunted, & he told me: 💥relationship wounds require a relationship to heal. Now that seems an obvious truth, but one I didn’t want to hear because I wanted to do it all on my own. Yes, there were more recent wounds that required immediate healing. But the wounds most inflamed are years old, scarred with time. In curiosity I’ve seen that when you’ve done so much work independently, “readiness” is a thread that pulses - always there, always waiting. Because you’ve built a threshold. Muscle memory of the heart, in a way. ❤️
Chapter 32. If you have ever had a glimpse at my Chapter 32. If you have ever had a glimpse at my Story Highlights, you’ll see that they are divided into chapters. The first, beginning January of 2018. The last few days I’ve felt chapter 31 dissolving sweetly into the next phase of life. What causes these pages to turn beyond the next page & into an entirely new chapter? Usually a subtle shift in something that has invited a next level of growth. With this new chapter, it feels just as subtle but there’s a shift in my intention, something that feels like a magnetic pull toward a new paradigm. With photographing so many beautiful women these last weeks, there’s been a natural space for me to step fully into my Caregiver business archetype (according to Human Design). I’ve held a mental knowing that perhaps I’ve been trying to do too much, but now there’s a somatic feeling to go along with it. That some branches need to be trimmed away to create these sacred containers of healing. Who are you when all of the layers of identity, accolades, & titles fall away? Who are you when your skin is all you have to wear? There is no status here, naked & witnessed by the woods. Sacred containers, aaahhhh… 🌬️ Someone asked me how I feel about nudist activities, & it sparked an interesting conversation because I don’t particularly love the idea of being naked for the sake of being naked. Grocery shopping in a nudist colony? No thank you. (But you do you.) Through my lens, being naked is a healing, natural, beautiful experience. But, to me - it is also a sacred experience. To be naked in stillness, in playfulness, in the arms of Mother Nature… This is where we infuse our experience with intention. We sink into the parasympathetic, go inward, and explore the sensuality that is not (necessarily) synonymous with se🥨uality. Naked group activities? Hiking? I say go for it. Normalize being naked. But - to me, to be naked is still an experience to be treated as a sacred act to invite the feminine in. You are your own body to worship. You are your temple. Can you reach a full-bodied surrender of unfiltered vulnerability with an activated sympathetic nervous system in a group of people? You know, maybe I’m wrong. 😉
- I love how feminine you are he says and I see m - I love how feminine you are he says and I see my softness mirrored in his eyes eyes that drink me in the morning’s first cup of tea like tea, my skin is steaming the steam that warms his lips appreciating who I am as I soften a rare sight to see, even rarer to hold the moment my armor of iron thuds to the ground the weights - the ruck - the suffering and the earth shudders in relief rare, but I am trying to step tenderly in to the meadow of flowing fabrics with naked feet where delicate flowers of feminine bloom fragrant on the rhythm of a breeze that sways my hips held gently by the hands of the wind it’s the meadow where time slows can you hear the echoes that thrum within the single pulse of the heart? I strip free of my masculine as I melt like butter the exoskeleton forged by a lifetime of strain - control - achievement shedding metallic skin to set myself free, I flow like water it’s in the fluid in which we meet, synchronized breath an anchor in the swirling current of that which can never be contained the plates of metal that melt beneath curious fingers I curl them down my body and away to find my skin, the soft interior protected beneath drops of sweat swell to the surface calm drops of dew that glimmer slowly rising from the skin like bread in the oven unlike the sharp acidity of sweat that comes from the doing - the straining - the striving the pushing - the pulling expelling salt from my skin a reactive sympathetic state no, this morning I am the dew that melts like butter spread over soft skin I am the mountain that rumbles as she grows taller beneath my feet I am the earth as the vines wind themselves around my curving body over and through limbs an embrace that invites a softening in surrender that tastes like honey this here is enough, they whisper - voices whose song is just as sweet my way of being just Being - the answer to the question Who are you when it all falls away? the being, the forest whispers, that is enough.
[2/2] 06•09•24 For months, my naturopath and [2/2] 06•09•24 For months, my naturopath and I have worked to weave together a morning routine centered around what I know best: mirror work and breathing. But each week I have tripped over resistance to fully face myself, avoiding too much time with my reflection. Now, I’m beginning to expand my definition of morning mindfulness. Where can I invite presence with myself in a way that feels a little softer? The end goal is stillness, but perhaps in the meantime there is permission to use an activity as a tool: the self-tying, colouring, writing, foam rolling… This, too, can be mindfulness. This, too, can build a bridge to gently wake into my body. Slow, naked mornings with my phone on do not disturb for 90% of the day. I’ll be available on my terms, tyvm. There’s no need to subscribe to the modern world of urgency. This move into a new home has bought me time as I rebuild my dream life, infused with magic on my terms. Cooking, this is mindfulness for me too. One of the most potent and directs paths for me to step into flow. Cooking is intimate, and somehow I feel my feminine more deeply. It requires full presence - the pot my cauldron. You can taste when food is infused with love, satiating beyond your stomach and into your heart. Mindfulness is to awake the senses, and it’s inevitable that cooking awakens the sense of smell. The process just as much a pleasure as the end result. It’s days like this when smell is the bridge I build - a potion of spices and herbs - to walk out of my head and into my body. 📸 salvia fresca (awakening the sense of touch - another pleasure to feel the textures of the plants that transform into our food), panna cotta, un gatto, @agriturismo_la_terra ♥️

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