teacher + tattooer.

In these four months, that I have not been making regular blog posts, I completed my yoga training. I am now a 200hr RYT! I have also expanded my pre-existing love/addition to stick and poke tattoos. In my entire adult life, I had yet to feel as full and capable as I do right now, today. I get to pursue what I love, I get to freely practice what I love, I get to be wholly who I am. Every day. 

Yoga training completely changed my life, changed me. I will never be the same. There is a ‘Me Now’, and a ‘Me Before Yoga’. There is a Me Before, who had limited outlet for creativity. Limited knowledge for understanding my energic body. The Me Before who didn’t know how to be healthy, balanced, happy, TRUSTING.

I trust myself in a way I never knew I could, I know myself in a way I never did before. It has freed me, to live without hesitation, judgement, or attachment. I found myself in yoga, and I love her. I love who I realized I am, who I can be. I love more fully, I am more receptive to love. The world seems bigger, better.

In this great self discovery, I have begun to trust myself in ways/places/things I would normally say “I can’t” too. Bigger, more challenging tattoos, stronger asana inversions, teaching strangers yoga, entering tattoo contests; I’ve been saying yes to experiences that I would have let my anxiety take the lead on. Adventures I would have said no to before. 

I am enriched.

Say yes. Trust yourself. Be grateful for exactly who, and where you are right now. Be here right now. Be open to growth. Be open. Let go of limiting beliefs, about who you are, what you are capable of, what you can afford, what you’re comfortable with. Be your truest self.

Choose happy.

xxo, W.

red america.

Hate did not win. FEAR won. The American people voted from a place of deep rooted fear. Those American’s that voted Republican, are not just stupid. They did not fail themselves, or the world. They did what they believe they needed to. They had the freedom to vote, as they should. 

The universe gives us what we need. The collective consciousness is coming together more than ever. Trust that the universe is challenging us in all the ways we need to be challenged.

Growth is just on the other side of discomfort. 

A clever predator, who gained following from intentionally feeding into America’s fears, who twisted them, expanded them, boomed them loudly, won the Presidency.  A clever predator in a flawed electoral system, won the Presidency. 

Fear can be conquered. Fear reminds us that we have voices. Fear reminds us to stand up and live. To scream for what is right. Fear reminds us that we fucking want to live. A woman won the popular vote. A human who supports human equality. SHE WON THE POPULAR VOTE. Fear can be conquered.
Be fucking Love + Light. 

You are Love + Light. 

Live Lovely, live Light-heartedly, live Gratefully. Om Shanti Om.

xxo, W.


What up blog world? I have been so fucking busy, and have veered so far off of my blogging path – fuck it. That’s ok. There is something cathartic about writing out your thoughts though, especially when people sometimes like what you write. And today inspiration struck, so that’s neat. 

I keep telling myself that I’ll blog this awesome recipe I tried, or this drink I want to attempt, or perhaps another essay on feminism/environment/politics. Something I enjoy, I’m invested in, something with substance. Then I’m all, “nah.” Just short yoga, island, and OOTD blurbs. You’re welcome Internet. 

So, I’ve been learning that there is this simple little key to happiness. Called non-attachment. Pair that with gratitude and you’re just gonna have the best fucking time ever. Now when I say non-attachment, I don’t mean that you must be detached in this cold, closed off sort of way. 

Emotionless living is not living, but over empathizing is crushing. Needing validation in some material way is crushing. Consuming yourself with having a thing, being a thing, needing a thing, to fulfill your life is CRUSHING. As is attachment to how another person think/feels/wants/needs/perceives you. Crushing. Why are we all crushing ourselves under the mountain of things we are conditioned to be attached to?

Practicing non-attachment and minimalism is fucking hard. I have a deep undying love for Free People. I’m very attached to the belief that clothing myself with that brand will make me happy. To be fair, it fucking does make me happy, but I would be just as happy (with an even happier bank account) if I practiced non-attachment towards the type of clothing I wear. It’s so easy in our society to get caught up in the expectation. Our cultures attachment to the having of certain objects, the looking a certain way, behaving a certain way, believing certain things. We attach to these concepts easily, and quickly. 

Attaching to the feelings of others will tear you apart. It is perfectly wonderful to empathize, care for, and uplift the humans around us. Don’t avoid the feelings of another. Don’t avoid the imperfect. Don’t hide from truths, and change, and darkness. That isn’t non-attachment, that’s fear. Fear is just like attachment. It breeds it. It breeds hate and hurt. 

Attachement, though, will pull you down into a low vibration. If someone is in a shitty place, having a shitty time, they’re going to feel gratified if others are feeling shitty too. Protect your happiness. Be there for those who you care to be, and don’t take their shit home with you. It’s not your shit. Don’t attach to it. Love them, and love yourself more. You can’t help anyone from the bottom of a dark hole, so don’t get into it with them. If you can’t help them out of that hole, then you can’t. The end. Don’t get attached to their resistance. It won’t help them if you’re upset that you can’t help them. What a silly circle to loop around in. 

Self-love is so important. So many of us are overly attached to the idea that treating ourselves well makes us guilty. That not killing ourselves to serve/help others is terrible of us. What the fuck is that all about? Who the fuck are you hurting by loving and caring for your own needs? You’re only going to be more capable of shining light on those around you, if you’re well loved first. 

Anyway, long rant short, I’ve become less attached to feeling less than. I don’t let skipping a week of blogging make me feel lazy. I don’t let the content of my blog make me feel inferior. I don’t let someone else’s complexes allow me to believe I am not good. I don’t beat myself up for not practicing yoga everyday. I don’t feel unsatisfied for not having an object. I always make time to treat myself. I am unattached to the concepts that influence a woman to feel like anything less than a FUCKING GODDESS. 

Are you attaching to shit you don’t need? Are you practicing self-love? Are you grateful? Are you protecting your happiness? Are you loving humans in a healthy way? 

I am loving and living in the world as healthily as I am able. I work on myself and my footprint on the world everyday. I am accepting things for what they are, when they are, and when they are not. I am letting go. I remember that everything is exactly as it should be, right now. If it all changes tomorrow, then it will still be exactly as it was always meant to be.

As you are. As I am. 

So Hum.

xxo, W.

islands in the sea.

Currently, I am sitting on the ferry, leaving my favourite place. Back to The Shu I go. I’m desperately sad, as fucking usual. I’ll be glad to be home but getting there is such a fucking chore. Plus, I always return home with three times the amount of shit I left with. 

I spent two amazing weeks, on Vancouver Island. I miss it even when I’m there. There is simply never enough time to spend at the sea. I saw everyone, did everything, drank it all, and ate my weight in fish tacos. 

I let my yoga practice slip, my meditation routine fall away, but some how I still feel connected to both things. The Island is my meditation. I knew it would be a good trip when we spotted Orcas on the ferry over. I’ve ridden this ferry route a thousand times, and had never seen whales – it was a good sign. 

So far in the very short time I’ve been travelling home, I’ve spilled coffee on two white shirts, and seen zero orcas. 

Like, fuck.

Home I travel anyhow, despite the rough start. Back to The Shuswap, to reclaim my tan and spend some hours on the lake with pals. So long lovely Island, as always, it’s been a heartwarming time.

Wish me luck hauling my suitcases into the house – I’ll need it!

xxo, W.

in another 10 years.

The reunion was so fucking wonderful, and strange, and fun, and drunk, and long, and kind of sad, and I’m so pleased it all happened, and so fucking grateful it’s all over.

Old connections and surprising new ones, were made. Dear friends I don’t get to see near often enough, got extra long squeezes. Awkward dancing ensued. People who I never expected, remembered my name. 

My pal and I met and started our reunion adventure at 2pm. I didn’t get home until 2am. 12 hours of vodka sodas, and smiling a until my face hurt, and hugging all the humans.

So many beloved people doing so well now, was incredible to see, although there are always those who’ve had bad news to share. Lost parents, children, pets, lovers. 10 years is so long and so fucking much happens. 

What a challenging, weird, and nostalgic night. I don’t know if I wanna do it again in 10 hours, after I’ve recovered, or not for another 10 years. Or never again. 


xxo, W.