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Home
About Savannah
Life Coaching
- Self-Love Life Coaching
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- Woolly Undies (BTS)
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BEAST GODDESS BOUDOIR by Savannah Wishart

Stockholm, Seattle, and Bellingham
photographer, writer, & self-love life coach

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Feeling high from a magickal transformative time w

Feeling high from a magickal transformative time with @volurretreat — healing wounds that I didn’t even know needed tending in sisterhood (and some I did know) — I felt the life force of my muse reignite.

Having some time left to wander around Iceland, I gave myself the goal to get naked for the sake of art each day. Only one day I missed, but on that day I was hugged by a reindeer, so in my mind that more than made up for it.

As we wound our way south toward the icebergs, I had only one goal: to make art with the frozen sculptures I had seen created by @icelandicselkie , @corwinprescott, and @vauntastic.

Coming up to the lagoon, I was devastated that after so much isolation in the north and to the east, we were suddenly suffocated by hoards of tourists. Even in November.

Nonetheless, with stubborn determination, I found some solitude and proceeded to venture into the frozen waters, only to find myself sinking through silt that felt gave way like quicksand (photo number 2).

I messaged Svala, Corwin, and Nicole, asking how on earth it was possible to get the images they did so beautifully, and set off to find another spot the next day with a revised plan.

I didn’t walk into the water for round two, despite my yearning even if only to do a hard thing. It turned out that balancing on slippery ice was still no easy task, but more achievable without needing to swim or wade to climb on top.

I have said that I am a water witch, but perhaps? I am an ice witch…

Thanks to my mom for the help. 💃🏼

Talking to the moon. 🌙 Lost my Whoop watch here

Talking to the moon. 🌙

Lost my Whoop watch here because I was too cold and excited about the pictures to remember to put it on.

Does everything happen for a reason?

Maybe not.

Is everything a sign?

Maybe not.

But I have been feeling a hungry pull to listen to my body more, and this might be that sign.

A worthy sacrifice for the art. 🖤

October doesn’t ask anything of me. It’s a month

October doesn’t ask anything of me.

It’s a month I can enjoy without forcing or striving or shoulding. A month when my intuition turns on, and my arrows of intention effortlessly turn inward.

I’m becoming more confident in my proclamation that I really don’t like summer. So much so that I’m thinking about skipping it in exchange of some more miserable weather on the other side of the equator next year.

I wait all year for this month, and in hindsight I’m realising that my past tendencies to run to Sweden during cold, dark months… that was not an accident. In all of my time there, most was spent in winter. I would most often leave before the “best” part of the year, retreating to the wilderness to be alone in summer months.

During those years back and forth, I judged myself for moving between countries every few months. What I see now, especially after finishing #CalNewport’s Slow Productivity, is that I was following my rhythms of energy and creativity.

For three months, I would live in Stockholm: creating, connecting, hiking, growing.

For three months, I would be secluded somewhere in the US: digesting, writing, training, and planning for the next chapter.

The three month windows gave me containers to work in. The structure held the space for activity and hibernation.

It was a rhythm I judged as being my “Flight” response to discontent, but now I see that this is in fact the rhythm to my heart’s beat.

It was no coincidence that I went north when it was coldest, and with the shortest days of the year. Sweden knows how to do cozy, and an introverted country is a great place for an introvert to be when she wants to spend her time writing and studying and creating. The cold darkness invites an internal experience, and gives unspoken permission to isolate for the sake of creativity.

With that, I’m excited to be returning to Scandinavia in less than two weeks to ignite my Nordic Goddess heart; and again, to return in March to Sweden.

It’s time to rebuild my bridge back to my second home, and I can do it without a work visa. Dreams can be reimagined… it only took me three years to realize that.

#cyclicalliving #slowproductivity #deepwork

The witch, the bitch, and the ho. Last week, it w

The witch, the bitch, and the ho.

Last week, it was a treat to be part of @_lola_lamour’s first public workshop in years, and I can’t even begin to describe the feelings.

For the last few years, I have been trying to find a community or leader that comes even close to the magick she weaves, and I only continued to fail.

I realised with some reflection that a significant ingredient of my depression is a feeling of not belonging… And I have never felt more belonging than I have in Lola’s carefully cultivated spaces with likeminded people of magick.

If I had a spirit animal, it would be her — and not in a creepy way. 😋 The way that she pivots between projects and purpose is the embodiment of the way I strive to live as a manifesting generator.

Over the last week, I had another realisation: I will continue to return to the dark night of my soul if I continue to ignore essential parts of my Self — which was one of her prompts.

What are you ignoring?

The truth is: I don’t allow myself to fully embrace my feminine. To accept my empath/HSP/what is likely neurodivergent-brain, but I am stubborn to put a label on it.

I don’t allow myself to lean in to the inner witch who is calling me to make magick in the kitchen and commune with the animals.

She reminded me that it’s lonely to walk this path, to live in a world where so few are tuned in to feel and hear and see the things that are not right in front of you. And that reminder is the beginning of remembering that that is okay — it’s not something that’s broken.

There is a way to weave magick in a grounded way, to be taken seriously in a world that doesn’t speak these softer languages, but I have felt resistant to step into archetypes that I myself judge in others.

Inside each of us women… there is a witch, a bitch, and a ho.

The witch? Burnt at the stake.
The bitch? Too masculine, too much — dismissed.
The ho? Worshipped, but only in private. A secret suffocated by shame.

This is not yet a rising from the ashes, but the beginning of letting myself feel the flame lick the parts of me that are not meant to stay.

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#sonyalphafemale #witchbitch #somethingwickedthiswaycomes

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