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Follow Your Dreams (And Me):
Nina Kosnjek
August 20, 2016

Nina Kosnjek, Red Rocks, Denver, Colorado

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Grace Rockwell
June 20, 2016

Grace Rockwell, Red Rocks, Denver, Colorado.

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Nude Yoga
June 20, 2016

Self portrait series, Conifer, Colorado

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CA -> Yellowstone
October 23, 2015

Roadtrip from California to Yellowstone NP.

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We Are One
August 20, 2015

Composite portraits celebrating the divine human connection to the universe.

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Hej, Ciao, Hola, Hi.

Hi, I'm Savannah

Hi, I'm Savannah.

Currently based out of Stockholm, Sweden.

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

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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 itā€™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 likeā€¦ p..a..u..s..eā€¦. 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, Iā€™m especially curious to hear your take on this one! Book a 1:1 session if youā€™re craving a safe space to explore your own inner power dynamics with primal embodiment. šŸ¤© #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 arenā€™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, thereā€™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. Iā€™m these alien landscapes: Iā€™m wandering naked & waist-deep through unknown plants with who-knows-what microscopic critters. The endless scratches decorate my skin as Iā€™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. Thereā€™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 didnā€™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. Iā€™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. Itā€™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: Iā€™m in an exhausted energy hangover. Weeks and months of depression and anxiety and stress were a constant tension, & with this decision forward, itā€™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€ PerchĆ©? PerchĆ© ĆØ cosƬ. 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. Isnā€™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

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