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Instagram post 2159755931373525107_601852229 (1/2) One of the lessons from this last trip was that I don’t fair well in airports. This is a new development, something that has never been an issue before. Both times at the airport, I had what I can only assume were panic attacks. The first time, I finally pulled my hood over my head & realized that I was overstimulated by all the noise & people surrounding me. The second time, I was in Roma, & I contemplated leaving the airport & missing the flight. Jumping on a train & finding a place to stay in the Tuscan countryside. I left my heart there, after all. It would be cruel to abandon it. ❤️ Why was I going back to Stockholm? To go to the gym. That was the only reason I could think of, & that wasn’t a good enough reason to live somewhere. I reminded myself that, at the very least, I had to pack up my belongings & put them into a friend’s storage. Then I could put my life in a backpack & leave. I cried my eyes out for a while, & got on the plane. I reminded myself to be grateful for this spontaneous trip. To be grateful that my creativity was rekindled, & I could see all the possibilities that lay in front of me. So, I say, “I don’t fair well in airports,” & explain symptoms of panic attacks. But I still believe that any symptoms around mental health are clues. They’re telling you that you need to change your life. I know that I’ll be comfortable with airports again, when I’m aligned. And I’m getting there. It’s a reminder of how sensitive I am to energies; a reminder that my boundaries require regular maintenance. Now that I’m back in Stockholm, I can see that I was right. I’m here to go to the gym. There is no depth to my life here. I cook to fuel my body to train. And that’s all there is to it. It sounds like it could be simple, but I’m weighed down by stress of all the things I feel like I’m supposed to be doing. It’s almost as if busy-ness permeates the air, an invisible pollution. I’ve asked myself over & over, how I can convince myself to be in Sweden. I had the idea that Sweden can be where I slow down between trips I take to tell stories around the world. Sweden can be where I have a routine to eat, train, write, edit photos & publish.
Instagram post 1924289452763732014_601852229 I’ve gotten so much positive feedback from this post over at @thebeastxgoddess that I’m sharing it here. (I even got some actual reposts, which I’ve never gotten before!) 🥰 - What does it mean to be Alone? - Because, ultimately, Aloneness does not equate to Loneliness. - To be Alone, is it to go home alone at the end of each day? Surely not, when a more accurate word description would be “Single.” - To be Alone, is it to be free from human interaction? Surely not, when a more accurate term is “Isolated.” - If you’re surrounded by a supportive community in your daily life, can you really say that you’re Alone? - What, then, is it to be Alone? - It seems that some of us wear it as a badge of honor, proud of being stronger than most to handle the turbulence of life single-handed. - I might suggest, then, that to be Alone is a mindset. It’s a lifestyle in which your first commitment is to yourself. You travel as the lone wolf, passing through the lives of many, but never joining the pack. You come and go, sometimes so swiftly that some wonder if you were more than a ghost. No commitments, no promises to return. That path you lead is yours, and no one can sway your independent spirit. - Which leads me to wonder: can two who carry the badge of Alone proudly join together in any kind of relationship, as unconventional as it may be? - I believe so. I think when you step away from the confines of convention, two free spirits can remain independent and weave their lives together in a unique way that somehow makes them stronger when united... and still have the freedom to retreat into that space of Alone when they hear it calling. - After all, two negatives make a positive.
Instagram post 1901132754888713240_601852229 Pescara. You were lovely. - Travel keeps me alive, because I never know what’s around the corner. My entire life is lived outside of a “comfort zone,” and I’m constantly forced to adapt. Some of these times are more challenging than others. - I realized some time ago, that I need to be gentle with myself for approximately two weeks in a new place. During their first two weeks, I go through a grieving process. The way I’ve been living before dies away, and a new way of life with new eyes, ears, and perspective is reborn. - My first week in Torino was just like that. But, of course, when you’re in the midst of a funk, it’s the hardest time to remind yourself that it will be over soon, and you’ll be back to feeling yourself. Or maybe even better then you felt before! - So when @lucafreddie invited me down south to Pescara for days filled with family, laughter, & sunshine, I happily hopped on a train for six hours. - To experience the kind of Italy you are in movies, I think you have to force yourself into more intimate interactions with the locals. If you wander as a lone wolf - as I’m prone to do - you miss out on what makes a place come alive. You will always be observing the joy of others as if through a thin veil, rather than experiencing that it for ourself. - What a beautiful week. I learned how much I absolutely LOVE food. Most places I go/live, I eat to fuel my body. There isn’t anything special about it. But with home Italian cooking from Luca’s lovely family, I had the privilege of experiencing the sensation of food melting in my mouth, exploding in a million flavors of juicy mouthgasms. - With every single bite, I wanted to moan, “Mmmmmmm,” but I resisted; suddenly, eating felt like a deeply intimate experience. - But it’s not food without the people, & what a lively group of family Luca’s family was. I left Pescara after 5 days, back to Torino with a full heart inflated by lots of goofy smiles as I pretended to understand everyone as they spoke to me in rapid Italian. - I came back to Torino feeling more like myself, & feeling confident that even if a place isn’t perfect, I will be able to adapt and make it work for me. Grazie a tutti. 🇮🇹❤️☺️
Instagram post 1888640659033267921_601852229 Torino. ⛰ - Every place teaches me something different. Even if lessons feel like they’re repeating themselves, and I’m too dense to learn the lesson the first time, circumstances are always different. - This is the first major trip where I’m not running from someone. This time last year, everything was falling apart. Life was spiraling out of my control, and there was nothing I could do about it. - This trip is all about ME. I’m writing the story and paving the road to a future that’s mine, and no one else’s. - Torino isn’t my favorite place. No city is. But for now, it will do. I’m learning how capable I am of adapting to imperfect situations. Each day feels uncertain, but it also feels liberating to know that the only person relying on me, is... me. - I don’t know what’s next. The life of “no plans” will continue to evolve. But I do know that whichever direction I go in - north or south - I’m going to make it amazing.
Instagram post 1853163375628314078_601852229 In trusting the process I trust myself to navigate the highs and lows that change with each moment, my own tidal surges, pushed and pulled by my lunar heart. My heart that drips from my lips and bleeds from my fingertips. I bleed ink with a depth of authenticity that few can handle Or so they tell me. Still I open, the petals of my heart parting to soak up the sun, if only to reflect the radiance on a world that may or may not be ready to bask in it; for what is living if we are not loving.
Instagram post 1845906792972030395_601852229 I would love to say that THIS is the most incredible skincare company that I’ve ever tried. But I can’t, and do you know why? - Because I’m a hoarder when it comes to beautiful skincare products. I want to keep the forever JUST IN CASE I feel the spontaneous need to photograph them. - My cupboards are filled with untouched essential oils & products like these from @primallypure. 😍 - And - I’m a month or two late in sharing this, but it’s one of my favorite outtakes from the June/July issue of @paleomagazine, which featured the best of the best of the best. So even though I haven’t given it a test myself, the people have spoken. 😉 - Lit with @hensel_visit 💥 - #PaleoMagazine #natureissmarterthanscience #PrimallyPure
Instagram post 1797951131961632642_601852229 Time spent foraging for cacti: 1 hour. 🌵 Detour saving a baby horse: 3 hours. 🌵 Time spent foraging for cacti again: 1 hour. 🌵 Time spent de-thorning cactus paddles: 4 hours. 🌵 Embracing life as a human pin cushion for 3 days: Priceless. 🌵 📷 Prepping a Grilled Cactus recipe for a special issue coming to @paleomagazine 🌵 #PaleoMagazine #PaleoMagLife #PaleoMagRecipe
Instagram post 1782114588483331233_601852229 Boundaries are self-imposed limits that both protect & limit us. 🌙 They create a defined space in which we can feel comfortable & safe. 🌙 Boundaries keep you in control of who/what you let into your life, your energy, your physical presence, your heart. They are the walls holding your cozy little house together. 🌙 If we have an insufficient foundation, our walls are shaky (or don't exist at all), the roof might collapse under pressure... And we might lose a bit of trust, being forced to reinforce & redefine our boundaries (...walls). 🌙 I would be the last person to say that life happens inside of your comfort zone, and thus, Boundaries are meant to be pushed. Just as rules are made to be broken. 😉 The difference here is that Boundaries should not, under any circumstance, be broken/crossed. 🌙 Yes, Boundaries serve an important purpose. Knowing your personal Boundaries, in ANY realm of life, ensures that you hold personal responsibility for the outcome of whatever situation you commit yourself to. 🌙 But... We all known that growth happens when you stretch outside of your comfort zone. That safe space within your Boundaries, when honored, creates freedom to push your Boundaries. And when you push those limits out a little further, you expand your capacity - eventually beyond what you ever thought possible. 🌙 In the end, sometimes we find that our Boundaries need to be crossed in order to know what they actually are. With an ounce of personal responsibility for those outcomes, we can learn from those experiences, instead of shutting down at the mercy if defence mechanisms. Because... Life is little more than a social experiment, constantly evolving with each experience & encounter.
Instagram post 1736464334820162070_601852229 Absolutely in love with the quality of light produced by my new Grand 120 from @hensel_visit 😍 Sneak peek at a Banana Split recipe coming to @paleomagazine in the June/July issue... Before all the yummy toppings were piled on. 🍴 #PaleoMagazine #PaleoMagLife
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Verona – A Sunset to Remember
August 18, 2012

18 August 2012 • Verona, Italy. One by one the couples disappeared after the sun passed behind the distant mountains.…

by Savannah Wishart
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Hej, Ciao, Hola, Hi.

Hi, I'm Savannah

Currently in Stockholm, Sweden.

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

Table of Contents

Poetry The Ultimate Human Experience Travel

Little Stories of My Life

primalrevolutions

CF-L1 Coach
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living the ultimate human experience
-
4x @MILRUCK Finisher!
-
livsnjutare (n.) one who loves life deeply & lives it to the extreme
-
Instagram post 2159755931373525107_601852229 (1/2) One of the lessons from this last trip was that I don’t fair well in airports. This is a new development, something that has never been an issue before. Both times at the airport, I had what I can only assume were panic attacks. The first time, I finally pulled my hood over my head & realized that I was overstimulated by all the noise & people surrounding me. The second time, I was in Roma, & I contemplated leaving the airport & missing the flight. Jumping on a train & finding a place to stay in the Tuscan countryside. I left my heart there, after all. It would be cruel to abandon it. ❤️ Why was I going back to Stockholm? To go to the gym. That was the only reason I could think of, & that wasn’t a good enough reason to live somewhere. I reminded myself that, at the very least, I had to pack up my belongings & put them into a friend’s storage. Then I could put my life in a backpack & leave. I cried my eyes out for a while, & got on the plane. I reminded myself to be grateful for this spontaneous trip. To be grateful that my creativity was rekindled, & I could see all the possibilities that lay in front of me. So, I say, “I don’t fair well in airports,” & explain symptoms of panic attacks. But I still believe that any symptoms around mental health are clues. They’re telling you that you need to change your life. I know that I’ll be comfortable with airports again, when I’m aligned. And I’m getting there. It’s a reminder of how sensitive I am to energies; a reminder that my boundaries require regular maintenance. Now that I’m back in Stockholm, I can see that I was right. I’m here to go to the gym. There is no depth to my life here. I cook to fuel my body to train. And that’s all there is to it. It sounds like it could be simple, but I’m weighed down by stress of all the things I feel like I’m supposed to be doing. It’s almost as if busy-ness permeates the air, an invisible pollution. I’ve asked myself over & over, how I can convince myself to be in Sweden. I had the idea that Sweden can be where I slow down between trips I take to tell stories around the world. Sweden can be where I have a routine to eat, train, write, edit photos & publish.
Instagram post 1924289452763732014_601852229 I’ve gotten so much positive feedback from this post over at @thebeastxgoddess that I’m sharing it here. (I even got some actual reposts, which I’ve never gotten before!) 🥰 - What does it mean to be Alone? - Because, ultimately, Aloneness does not equate to Loneliness. - To be Alone, is it to go home alone at the end of each day? Surely not, when a more accurate word description would be “Single.” - To be Alone, is it to be free from human interaction? Surely not, when a more accurate term is “Isolated.” - If you’re surrounded by a supportive community in your daily life, can you really say that you’re Alone? - What, then, is it to be Alone? - It seems that some of us wear it as a badge of honor, proud of being stronger than most to handle the turbulence of life single-handed. - I might suggest, then, that to be Alone is a mindset. It’s a lifestyle in which your first commitment is to yourself. You travel as the lone wolf, passing through the lives of many, but never joining the pack. You come and go, sometimes so swiftly that some wonder if you were more than a ghost. No commitments, no promises to return. That path you lead is yours, and no one can sway your independent spirit. - Which leads me to wonder: can two who carry the badge of Alone proudly join together in any kind of relationship, as unconventional as it may be? - I believe so. I think when you step away from the confines of convention, two free spirits can remain independent and weave their lives together in a unique way that somehow makes them stronger when united... and still have the freedom to retreat into that space of Alone when they hear it calling. - After all, two negatives make a positive.
Instagram post 1901132754888713240_601852229 Pescara. You were lovely. - Travel keeps me alive, because I never know what’s around the corner. My entire life is lived outside of a “comfort zone,” and I’m constantly forced to adapt. Some of these times are more challenging than others. - I realized some time ago, that I need to be gentle with myself for approximately two weeks in a new place. During their first two weeks, I go through a grieving process. The way I’ve been living before dies away, and a new way of life with new eyes, ears, and perspective is reborn. - My first week in Torino was just like that. But, of course, when you’re in the midst of a funk, it’s the hardest time to remind yourself that it will be over soon, and you’ll be back to feeling yourself. Or maybe even better then you felt before! - So when @lucafreddie invited me down south to Pescara for days filled with family, laughter, & sunshine, I happily hopped on a train for six hours. - To experience the kind of Italy you are in movies, I think you have to force yourself into more intimate interactions with the locals. If you wander as a lone wolf - as I’m prone to do - you miss out on what makes a place come alive. You will always be observing the joy of others as if through a thin veil, rather than experiencing that it for ourself. - What a beautiful week. I learned how much I absolutely LOVE food. Most places I go/live, I eat to fuel my body. There isn’t anything special about it. But with home Italian cooking from Luca’s lovely family, I had the privilege of experiencing the sensation of food melting in my mouth, exploding in a million flavors of juicy mouthgasms. - With every single bite, I wanted to moan, “Mmmmmmm,” but I resisted; suddenly, eating felt like a deeply intimate experience. - But it’s not food without the people, & what a lively group of family Luca’s family was. I left Pescara after 5 days, back to Torino with a full heart inflated by lots of goofy smiles as I pretended to understand everyone as they spoke to me in rapid Italian. - I came back to Torino feeling more like myself, & feeling confident that even if a place isn’t perfect, I will be able to adapt and make it work for me. Grazie a tutti. 🇮🇹❤️☺️
Instagram post 1888640659033267921_601852229 Torino. ⛰ - Every place teaches me something different. Even if lessons feel like they’re repeating themselves, and I’m too dense to learn the lesson the first time, circumstances are always different. - This is the first major trip where I’m not running from someone. This time last year, everything was falling apart. Life was spiraling out of my control, and there was nothing I could do about it. - This trip is all about ME. I’m writing the story and paving the road to a future that’s mine, and no one else’s. - Torino isn’t my favorite place. No city is. But for now, it will do. I’m learning how capable I am of adapting to imperfect situations. Each day feels uncertain, but it also feels liberating to know that the only person relying on me, is... me. - I don’t know what’s next. The life of “no plans” will continue to evolve. But I do know that whichever direction I go in - north or south - I’m going to make it amazing.
Instagram post 1853163375628314078_601852229 In trusting the process I trust myself to navigate the highs and lows that change with each moment, my own tidal surges, pushed and pulled by my lunar heart. My heart that drips from my lips and bleeds from my fingertips. I bleed ink with a depth of authenticity that few can handle Or so they tell me. Still I open, the petals of my heart parting to soak up the sun, if only to reflect the radiance on a world that may or may not be ready to bask in it; for what is living if we are not loving.
Instagram post 1845906792972030395_601852229 I would love to say that THIS is the most incredible skincare company that I’ve ever tried. But I can’t, and do you know why? - Because I’m a hoarder when it comes to beautiful skincare products. I want to keep the forever JUST IN CASE I feel the spontaneous need to photograph them. - My cupboards are filled with untouched essential oils & products like these from @primallypure. 😍 - And - I’m a month or two late in sharing this, but it’s one of my favorite outtakes from the June/July issue of @paleomagazine, which featured the best of the best of the best. So even though I haven’t given it a test myself, the people have spoken. 😉 - Lit with @hensel_visit 💥 - #PaleoMagazine #natureissmarterthanscience #PrimallyPure
Instagram post 1797951131961632642_601852229 Time spent foraging for cacti: 1 hour. 🌵 Detour saving a baby horse: 3 hours. 🌵 Time spent foraging for cacti again: 1 hour. 🌵 Time spent de-thorning cactus paddles: 4 hours. 🌵 Embracing life as a human pin cushion for 3 days: Priceless. 🌵 📷 Prepping a Grilled Cactus recipe for a special issue coming to @paleomagazine 🌵 #PaleoMagazine #PaleoMagLife #PaleoMagRecipe
Instagram post 1782114588483331233_601852229 Boundaries are self-imposed limits that both protect & limit us. 🌙 They create a defined space in which we can feel comfortable & safe. 🌙 Boundaries keep you in control of who/what you let into your life, your energy, your physical presence, your heart. They are the walls holding your cozy little house together. 🌙 If we have an insufficient foundation, our walls are shaky (or don't exist at all), the roof might collapse under pressure... And we might lose a bit of trust, being forced to reinforce & redefine our boundaries (...walls). 🌙 I would be the last person to say that life happens inside of your comfort zone, and thus, Boundaries are meant to be pushed. Just as rules are made to be broken. 😉 The difference here is that Boundaries should not, under any circumstance, be broken/crossed. 🌙 Yes, Boundaries serve an important purpose. Knowing your personal Boundaries, in ANY realm of life, ensures that you hold personal responsibility for the outcome of whatever situation you commit yourself to. 🌙 But... We all known that growth happens when you stretch outside of your comfort zone. That safe space within your Boundaries, when honored, creates freedom to push your Boundaries. And when you push those limits out a little further, you expand your capacity - eventually beyond what you ever thought possible. 🌙 In the end, sometimes we find that our Boundaries need to be crossed in order to know what they actually are. With an ounce of personal responsibility for those outcomes, we can learn from those experiences, instead of shutting down at the mercy if defence mechanisms. Because... Life is little more than a social experiment, constantly evolving with each experience & encounter.
Instagram post 1736464334820162070_601852229 Absolutely in love with the quality of light produced by my new Grand 120 from @hensel_visit 😍 Sneak peek at a Banana Split recipe coming to @paleomagazine in the June/July issue... Before all the yummy toppings were piled on. 🍴 #PaleoMagazine #PaleoMagLife
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