Letting go of the old & Welcoming a change in Season!

 

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Autumn…Fall…Harvest…Maga…bounty…Intentions…letting go…Inward…Reflecting…Shedding…Darkness…Hearth…Fires…Gathering…Creating…Slow cooking…Fermenting…Canning…seeds…nesting…

This morning I sit, my mind meandering down old memories. I awake to the crisp dewy morning as I watch the steam rise from the earth and my first yawn blow out billows of smoke. The seasons are changing and days are growing colder. The dawn of Autumn, the cusp of winter. A Season for reflection, to harvest. How powerful and heart opening this journey is. Be raw, be the wounded soldier within just for a moment, but do remember how grateful moments like these are. A time to honour the seasons within and without.

What if instead of setting our intentions every year in January, we had this season of reflection, Autumn, to firmly set these goals in motion? In this cycle, we are supposed to reflect on ourselves, let what needs to fall fall back into the earth. Trees and plants spread their seeds, so why don’t we? If we could sit with this letting go of the old and reflect on what we would like to bring into this new cycle we will forever be growing.

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How to welcome the change in seasons this Autumn?

  1. Light a Candle

Tis the season for the sweet smell of burning bees wax! Lighting a candle also helps to call yourself present. I love to light candles as the days grown colder and darker.

2. Create your sacred space

What would it feel like to be cradled? Create that warm, nourishing space for yourself and go there from time to time to reflect and be with the wisdom within. My scared space changes from time to time and I almost enjoy creating it the most. I roll out my felted rug, gather my journals, books, pillows, blankets, sacred objects…

3. Journal

When you have settled into your sacred space, pull out your journal. What is alive in you at the moment? Write whatever arises down…sit with that a moment and play with creatively writing what “harvest…letting go…inward…” means to you. You may be called to reflect on your last season cycles, writing everything from emotions to events. After letting go of the old stories, write down your new intentions for the following seasons. Journaling for me is medicine, it is a straight portal to the wisdom that lies beneath our bones. Come back to this as often as you like.

4. Nourish

As the day grow colder, our bodies are needing more nurturing and warmth. Tea is sacred in this season and there is something about listening to the tea kettle blow and the crackle of fire. Herbs like, oatstraw, nettle, sage, rose, ginger, tulsi, linden and many more are just a few that I brew for nourishment. Tea is always your best friend and provides the mind, body, and spirit with everything you need at exactly the right time. Slow cooked meals are also vital as the day grow darker. Onions, leeks, roots, spices, broths, seaweeds, oils, beans are what is usually stewing in the kitchen for me. Most importantly, listen to your body and go slow! Enjoy slow meals with long mingling chatter with friends and family by the fire!

5. Gather

Make time to check up with each other, to hold each other, to laugh with one another, to tell stories and sing songs. As much as this season is an inward one, community is key! My spirit is always lifted after a beautiful gathering with friends and family sharing home cooked food! Create a gathering, whether is be a sister circle, a men craft night, or a shared potluck!

Enjoy the nourishment and sweet tenderness of fall and may all beings be blessed and honour their blessings!

 

axe!

Sophie

 

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225 Miles North bound…

Alas! My never ending itch to start traveling has begun.

As a 17 year old with a cluttered mind and the never ending obligations your forced to fulfill, I believe that to really appreciate your home and where you live is to leave the warm nest and journey to undiscovered places. This has always been my long term dream, to travel and seek new findings. My motivation is to unlatch this undying fear of the unknown and to except it and find the  beauty of new feelings that surface within my discoveries. My stuggles in life have transformed into inspiration to venture to the rugged places in the world and document with my lens my travels.

The dreaded 225 mile drive away from my “safe” place was worth every nail biter. I seem to fear the future and expect the worst, as for this trip, lose control (as in get car sick and vomit). The anxiety thats spurs through every winding switchback is something I dread, but the more I accept these feelings the more I can embrace my fears! But as of what I have learned from my travels is that not matter what there is a light at the end of each tunnel, tube, or canyon whatever you may call it. From emerging out of the Channel Islands dark caves, or biking through a lightning storm, or repelling off Mt. Whitney, I have made it through the hard times. I apologize for my long incentive motivational talk, but my journey to Big Sur was a trip to remember!

As for the actual trip, it was dreamy. The 4 of us camped in Limekiln in a hidden canyon of red woods right on a stream. about half a mile up the canyon was a 100 ft waterfall trickling off moss. about a 1/4 of a mile in the opposite direction was a beach cove with the most magical sunsets. We ate like kings let me tell you that!

Enjoy!

More photos below!

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Summating Mt. Whitney

Good Evening those interested in my wanderings!

An adventure that I took a couple years ago in 8th grade was a hike to the top of Mt. Whitney. Myself and 8 other classmates journeyed up the peak and camped along the way for a week. Definitely an adventure worth sharing, maybe not the most pleasant trip but a trip worth wild! The trip consisted of hauling your own stuff up to base camp and then different activities each day. Our journey started on a Monday around 8 in the evening and went through that Friday. Our fist day was miserable! It was to snowed in to drive the vans to our planned starting point, so we ended up hiking in 5 ft of snow until about midnight and then camping outside on the side of the road. The next morning we boiled some tea and oatmeal and started our hike to base camp.

When we arrived, we unloaded and caught up on our lack of rest. The following days consisted of repelling off waterfalls, ice ax sledding, and actually climbing to 12,000 ft up Mt. Whitney. At age 14 never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would be doing such a thing! I can honestly say I have never been colder in my life!

Enjoy! Hope this inspires you to go out of your comfort zones and adventure the world!

Sophie xoxo MORE BELOW

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Tea Time

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Tea tea glorious tea! English breakfast, jasmine pearl, chai, green, chamomile…Whats your favorite? Personally the Irish Breakfast blend from Trader Joes is my favorite! It makes me feel like im sitting at a corner shop in England, even though I have never been there! Last weekend was the perfect day to sit and lounge on the deck in the sun and drink tea! Any recommendations for fabulous tea blends?

Sophie xoxo

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A Man His Beard and a Coffee Shop

Top of the Morning!

There once lived a man in the heart of denmark. He owned a little coffee shop in the midst of a town called Roma and enjoyed the laughter and tenderness that the locals brought to his world. The seasons changed much faster there and to keep warm he would flourish a luxuriant beard made of twigs and dandelions. The name of this benevolent man was Leo. Leo lived in the upstairs of his lively coffee shop called Muddy Waters and brewed tea and exotic coffee through his clairvoyant beard. The earthy twigs and frangible dandelions that were intertwined together made the most obscure but divine tea. People from all over town would crave Leo’s extravagant creations. He was a man well know all over town, for helping the sick with his remedies to acquiring everyones needs early in the morning.

Sophie xox

Ps. The man above is one of the owners at a local coffee shop called Muddy Waters in Santa Barbara and the photos below are what lies behind the walls of this  shop. myspace.com/muddycafesb

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