in may we were invited to present a new program for work in july in tallinn, estonia (airfare included!) so of course we leapt at the idea, and made sure to book free, extra long layovers in liverpool on the front end, and dublin on the back end #promove
mama used her super-vision powers to plan an iNcReDiBle trip to the holy lands of our ancestors — england + ireland, and daddy channeled his road warrior studness to drive us all around europe, on the opposite side of the road.

pat attends his 10-day vipassana retreat -- a light warrior doing battle on the front lines of his own self mastery. changing our lives from the inside out. it’s huge in a way i don’t have words for. monumental invisible change. i can feel his energy weaving with mine, even as we’re apart. lifting, rising, brightening. luminous love. he returns and i’m drawn to him like a magnet - can’t get enough.

last night i dreamed of myself meditating. eyes closed. immersed in a transmission of tantra. a livestream of the soul, playing behind my eyes as a vision, and within my energy field as an instrument. tantra = embodied meditation. a weaving of oneself into the fabric of the experience. merging, embracing, integrating all aspects of life, from the darkest to the lightest. accepting all, denying none.

wandervision// mystical quest-taking
what do you do when you’re given clear divine instruction?
in june i was told in meditation that i needed to travel into the desert for 40 days- crystal clarity. regardless of time, money, or circumstance… when you receive messages like this, the only reasonable choice is to heed them. and so began my 31st revolution around this life-giving star. #happybirthdaytome

“if you want a teacher, try a waterfall, or a mushroom, or a mountain wilderness, or a storm pounded seashore.” { terence mckenna } it’s sexy to seek transformation in faraway places. novelty is medicine, to be sure. i’ve trekked through jungles, screamed beneath the pounding pressure of waterfalls, kept my cubs warm with mere body heat while camping in a colorado mountain blizzard

life feels like waking up in a lucid dream. reality vibrant and clear, my periphery expanding to include so much more, an instinctual awakening to a deep felt sense of absolute interconnectedness // inseparability from all beings (animate and inaminate).
truth:: there is an incredible power of benevolence flowing ceaselessly, magically all around us. orchestrating timing, signs, messages, attunements. waking us up in the dream.

i prayed for miracles/ followed the magic. swept into my greatest dreams, riding in on divine light beams. we travel 36 hours to the other side of the planet and land in bali. where up is down and dark is light. where it snows flowers instead of ice on rooftops.
where the rooster crows at dawn over the rice fields, and i hear him through the wide-open bedroom windows that have no screen. we’ve come to live here for as long as it makes sense.

what medicine does your heart yearn for? give me the mountains. my husband and i leave our children behind in the loving arms of tag-teaming grandparents (#blessed) and embark on a pilgrimage to the top of the world: hiking the alps. big #mountainmedicine we set out to hike the tmb :: a 10-day, 100-mile trail that circles the mont blanc massif through france, italy and switzerland, with 8,500 feet of elevation gain / loss.

july is here. high summer steeped in warm golden sunlight, the bioluminescent glow of fireflies in the meadow at dusk, and the sweet serenade of cicadas // moisture in the air. my rainbow sunbeam daughter’s birth month. (big things happen to me in july) monumental change, monarch metamorphosis, buds bursting into bloom. this year holds a juxtaposition of feeling:: rejoicing in what is! my children are bright deep wise visionary. so many things i’ve done really, really well as their mama

:/:/coyotes, mushrooms + sacred waters::// 🌊🍄🐺🏔🌲🪐🌀🛐
we take a pilgrimage to the sparkling waters of lake tahoe to celebrate my 30th birthday + solar return. the wild calls us home to ourselves. fills and lifts us from the inside out. where do you go to feel deeply connected? to feel spirited/ alive? attunement is a magical, powerful thing. i meditate on the lakeshore until the sun goes down on my 29th year.

heart to head >>> where you are is exactly where you need to be. life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness. how do you know this is the experience you need? because it’s the experience you are having. my conceptualization of “divine timing” transforms into intuitive, embodied knowing.

this morning i was asked a question that i couldn’t resist thinking deeply on. “what unconscious conditions do you feel need to be met in order for you to manifest your healthy qualities (highly principled, humane, gracefully balanced)? what in you is preventing you from being at your best place right now?” { enneagram type 1 prompt -- i’m a recovering perfectionist }

i feel myself drifting. where, i can’t be sure. i can only hope to get lost in the right direction. i tend the microscopic spaces of my life. #criticalexpertise // the power of cellular shifts ::: in the body, in yoga, in an environment, in a tone or voice, or the quality of presence… subtle adjustments are a thousand times more powerful than any one large move. tiny transformations. “small moves, ellie. small moves.” { carl sagan }

we escaped into the wild. unplugged from jobs and lives and traveled east to yosemite with the kids in the backseat and a week’s worth of camping gear weighing down our little honda (parking lot onlooker to us: “wow, low-riding, eh?”) ⛰🌲🏕🚙 my cubs continually amaze me. patient, present, incredibly adaptable. little gypsy nomads with tangles in their hair and dirt-caked feet. feral + free 🌿🐾🌿

this year pat and i decided to take a week-long trip to portugal. we left our babes behind with loving grandparents (endless gratitude for our incredible support system) and embarked on our romantic european adventure… a 12 hour layover in portugal followed by a week in barcelona. time and time again, each year that we decide to splurge on a date trip (whether long or short) it ends up being the best decision we make all year.

dubai, located on the tip of the saudi peninsula, was said to be a middle eastern shangri-la -- a disneyland for adults, and a paradise for the expats that pour in each year. it was also rumored to be somehwat of a ghost oasis -- a smooth, shiny new city amidst the endless desert and its harsh, gritty terrain, with all the allure of a modern world, but not enough people, or culture, to truly fill it.

we arrived at the cairo airport in the middle of the night and left in a bus bound for giza – a would-be 20-minute trip that actually takes over an hour due to horrific Egyptian traffic, and serious lack of road rules (there is only one stop light in all of cairo, and seemingly no such thing as law or lane-abiding). the streets were slammed, even at 3am. as our bus crawled down the highway, our anticipation grew -- we would soon be within eyesight of the legendary pyramids of giza!

we embark on our month-long journey to the middle east, where we find ourselves stepping into a new dimension of slow motion. after 2 hours waiting to check in, 3 large bottles of water, 1 mediocre airport sandwich, 2 scooby-doo episodes, a restless 2 hour nap on the airport floor, and a 10-hour flight to istanbul, we arrived in search of the hotel representative who was supposed to be there for our complimentary pickup.