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We’re here folks! The moment has arrived! Discovery Mode is officially out for the public! It has been five years getting here and I am so excited to able to finally share the product of years worth of work to hopefully inspire you! PLEASE SHARE THE FILM! The only way this will get seen by people is if my kind and generous followers share it and inspire others to share it! I will be answering questions about the movie and doing Instagram live chats in the coming weeks about the film. But it’s only with your support that this movie will be seen by the world at large! Thank you so much for your support during this very exciting experience! I hope you enjoy the movie! And a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who helped make this movie possible! All of my interviewees, co-producers and supporters!!! #discoverymode #comedy #documentary #southeastasia #travel #travelgram #thailand #bali #reelsinstagram #hellofrom #voyaged

Playing with baby Sandy is the best! .
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#instadaily #travel #travelphotography #traveller #travelblogger #travelgram #travelling #thailand #thailandtravel #thailand_allshots #reelslife #sony #igcreators #sonyalphasclub #sonya7siii #travelgram #voyager #hellofrom #adventurelife #travelblog #travelblogger #roamtheplanet #beautifuldestinations #reels #voyaged

#elephant #elephants #elephantlove #elephantlover #elephantfamily #elephantsofinstagram #asianelephant

Sleeping with baby Sandy is a dream. Her mother and I have known each other for many years and I feel a safe around her as I would my own mother. Supporting elephants and their caregivers is crucial to their survival in Asia in the 21st century. International pressure is increasing to make sure places like this end traditional practices like elephant shows and chair-back rides. Currently mama is on a chain to protect her and baby Sandy; who can be attacked by other elephants in the herd. They walk with each other every day separately from the group. When she is old enough, she and her mom will rejoin the herd, and spend 16-18 hours a day freely roaming. Unfortunately, to protect them from poaching, being killed by villagers, and dying from eating agricultural poison, elephants do have to be restrained at night. But even practices around how when and for how long are evolving.
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#instadaily #travel #travelphotography #traveller #travelblogger #travelgram #travelling #thailand #thailandtravel #thailand_allshots #thailandguide #sony #sonyalpha #sonyalphasclub #sonya7siii #travelgram #voyager #hellofrom #adventurelife #travelblog #travelblogger #roamtheplanet #beautifuldestinations #reels #voyaged

#elephant #elephants #elephantlove #elephantlover #elephantfamily #elephantsofinstagram #asianelephant

Join us this July in Avalon for the Alchemy of Love Retreat! Explore the beating heart of ancient Avalon in the heart of Somerset, visiting the ancient Druidic mystery sites of Avesbury and Stone Henge, unlocking the serpent and dragon codes of past, womb worship and balancing the divine masculine and feminine forces of the holy leylines. Then continue on with us to Glastonbury to explore the world famous Glastonbury Tor, the heart chakra of the world, and discover the ancient legends of the priestesses of Avalon, and King Arthur. Visit the sacred Chalice Well, legendary home to Mary of Magdalene and celebrate ecstatic union in her ancient chapel in private ceremony. Curious?! Comment “Avalon” and we’ll send you information!

I’m still here ❤️ a couple new photos shared by friends

I’m still here ❤️ a couple new photos shared by friends

I’m still here ❤️ a couple new photos shared by friends

I’m still here ❤️ a couple new photos shared by friends

Sending love from me to you ❤️

A truly incredible experience with @tainted_love77 of watching a new foal’s first 12 hours of life, from the beautiful Norma Jean as a proud and incredible mother. Catherine breeds and care takes some of the most beautiful horses I have ever seen. Life is incredible.

Thank you for the inspiration @fiona.hillery. This is the way. We are the threshold of becoming. Through is, peace rises, love remains, and wholeness is amplified. #chooselove

These times are a reflection of an ancient understanding of cycles. Each of us is a fractled expression of the singular Self, reflecting on its coherence and memory of what it is, as the true source of experience and creation. We are at a nexus point in its growth as the child of experience and consciousness. The One, as the Divine Child, the product of the intellectual movement of the Father, and the creative womb and experience of the Mother. We are transforming into a more mature comprehension of reality, and the boundless creation contained within our being. This is why this time is so tense, scary, and full of psychotic dissociation. We are dissolving the old order through reflection of our wounds, inconsistencies and attachments to parts of our whole. By light meeting the shadow, each serves as a mirror and a transformational vessel of change, realignment, expansion, comprehension and growth. You are here in service to that unfolding. An agent of transformation.What leaves is? After coming through our bodies, minds, emotions and virtues, builds the reactions the world feeds on for its own process of growth and reflection. Therefore the keys are to embody Truth, Unity, Love, Compassion and service.

I love my tree. She’s seen me through so many moments—beautiful and hard. This is a poem I wrote underneath her the other day:Six years it’s been since she crowned me as her forest kin, and since then the life I’ve lived has driven me to this.
And what is it?
I see a being of light stand over me and extend his hand
The trees have eyes. All which watch, and I seem only to help those that are lost.
And yet, there is so much which remains.
So much confusion and anger and hurt, pent up as silent rage.
My eye twitches again.
Here, in the wild, where love and trickery are the same
I think of myself as a Noetic agent,
And earth as its living stage.
And plainly that is not enough.

I am rebuffed by my ancient friend.
“The two are one, and by each other done, and such it is the way”

I cry some more. Thinking of my love who came to visit. Of when fairies and lights floated above our heads.
And how I keep seeing her face again and again in the likenesses of those who would have me change

To feel the way they feel. Or know as they know. Or apologize for what I don’t think I’ve done, in the face of how I’ve grown.

A baby walks through the woods,
Its parents and dog in tow
I see it explore new sticks
And watch how it might grow

I know the answer is just right there
Staring me in the face
The mother, the father, the dog, the baby, the woods in which it plays

But I cannot see the way. I look up toward the light. My home, inspiration, orientation
And do not understand the night.

I hope one day I might.

I love my tree. She’s seen me through so many moments—beautiful and hard. This is a poem I wrote underneath her the other day:Six years it’s been since she crowned me as her forest kin, and since then the life I’ve lived has driven me to this.
And what is it?
I see a being of light stand over me and extend his hand
The trees have eyes. All which watch, and I seem only to help those that are lost.
And yet, there is so much which remains.
So much confusion and anger and hurt, pent up as silent rage.
My eye twitches again.
Here, in the wild, where love and trickery are the same
I think of myself as a Noetic agent,
And earth as its living stage.
And plainly that is not enough.

I am rebuffed by my ancient friend.
“The two are one, and by each other done, and such it is the way”

I cry some more. Thinking of my love who came to visit. Of when fairies and lights floated above our heads.
And how I keep seeing her face again and again in the likenesses of those who would have me change

To feel the way they feel. Or know as they know. Or apologize for what I don’t think I’ve done, in the face of how I’ve grown.

A baby walks through the woods,
Its parents and dog in tow
I see it explore new sticks
And watch how it might grow

I know the answer is just right there
Staring me in the face
The mother, the father, the dog, the baby, the woods in which it plays

But I cannot see the way. I look up toward the light. My home, inspiration, orientation
And do not understand the night.

I hope one day I might.

I love my tree. She’s seen me through so many moments—beautiful and hard. This is a poem I wrote underneath her the other day:Six years it’s been since she crowned me as her forest kin, and since then the life I’ve lived has driven me to this.
And what is it?
I see a being of light stand over me and extend his hand
The trees have eyes. All which watch, and I seem only to help those that are lost.
And yet, there is so much which remains.
So much confusion and anger and hurt, pent up as silent rage.
My eye twitches again.
Here, in the wild, where love and trickery are the same
I think of myself as a Noetic agent,
And earth as its living stage.
And plainly that is not enough.

I am rebuffed by my ancient friend.
“The two are one, and by each other done, and such it is the way”

I cry some more. Thinking of my love who came to visit. Of when fairies and lights floated above our heads.
And how I keep seeing her face again and again in the likenesses of those who would have me change

To feel the way they feel. Or know as they know. Or apologize for what I don’t think I’ve done, in the face of how I’ve grown.

A baby walks through the woods,
Its parents and dog in tow
I see it explore new sticks
And watch how it might grow

I know the answer is just right there
Staring me in the face
The mother, the father, the dog, the baby, the woods in which it plays

But I cannot see the way. I look up toward the light. My home, inspiration, orientation
And do not understand the night.

I hope one day I might.

I love my tree. She’s seen me through so many moments—beautiful and hard. This is a poem I wrote underneath her the other day:Six years it’s been since she crowned me as her forest kin, and since then the life I’ve lived has driven me to this.
And what is it?
I see a being of light stand over me and extend his hand
The trees have eyes. All which watch, and I seem only to help those that are lost.
And yet, there is so much which remains.
So much confusion and anger and hurt, pent up as silent rage.
My eye twitches again.
Here, in the wild, where love and trickery are the same
I think of myself as a Noetic agent,
And earth as its living stage.
And plainly that is not enough.

I am rebuffed by my ancient friend.
“The two are one, and by each other done, and such it is the way”

I cry some more. Thinking of my love who came to visit. Of when fairies and lights floated above our heads.
And how I keep seeing her face again and again in the likenesses of those who would have me change

To feel the way they feel. Or know as they know. Or apologize for what I don’t think I’ve done, in the face of how I’ve grown.

A baby walks through the woods,
Its parents and dog in tow
I see it explore new sticks
And watch how it might grow

I know the answer is just right there
Staring me in the face
The mother, the father, the dog, the baby, the woods in which it plays

But I cannot see the way. I look up toward the light. My home, inspiration, orientation
And do not understand the night.

I hope one day I might.

I love my tree. She’s seen me through so many moments—beautiful and hard. This is a poem I wrote underneath her the other day:Six years it’s been since she crowned me as her forest kin, and since then the life I’ve lived has driven me to this.
And what is it?
I see a being of light stand over me and extend his hand
The trees have eyes. All which watch, and I seem only to help those that are lost.
And yet, there is so much which remains.
So much confusion and anger and hurt, pent up as silent rage.
My eye twitches again.
Here, in the wild, where love and trickery are the same
I think of myself as a Noetic agent,
And earth as its living stage.
And plainly that is not enough.

I am rebuffed by my ancient friend.
“The two are one, and by each other done, and such it is the way”

I cry some more. Thinking of my love who came to visit. Of when fairies and lights floated above our heads.
And how I keep seeing her face again and again in the likenesses of those who would have me change

To feel the way they feel. Or know as they know. Or apologize for what I don’t think I’ve done, in the face of how I’ve grown.

A baby walks through the woods,
Its parents and dog in tow
I see it explore new sticks
And watch how it might grow

I know the answer is just right there
Staring me in the face
The mother, the father, the dog, the baby, the woods in which it plays

But I cannot see the way. I look up toward the light. My home, inspiration, orientation
And do not understand the night.

I hope one day I might.

I love my tree. She’s seen me through so many moments—beautiful and hard. This is a poem I wrote underneath her the other day:Six years it’s been since she crowned me as her forest kin, and since then the life I’ve lived has driven me to this.
And what is it?
I see a being of light stand over me and extend his hand
The trees have eyes. All which watch, and I seem only to help those that are lost.
And yet, there is so much which remains.
So much confusion and anger and hurt, pent up as silent rage.
My eye twitches again.
Here, in the wild, where love and trickery are the same
I think of myself as a Noetic agent,
And earth as its living stage.
And plainly that is not enough.

I am rebuffed by my ancient friend.
“The two are one, and by each other done, and such it is the way”

I cry some more. Thinking of my love who came to visit. Of when fairies and lights floated above our heads.
And how I keep seeing her face again and again in the likenesses of those who would have me change

To feel the way they feel. Or know as they know. Or apologize for what I don’t think I’ve done, in the face of how I’ve grown.

A baby walks through the woods,
Its parents and dog in tow
I see it explore new sticks
And watch how it might grow

I know the answer is just right there
Staring me in the face
The mother, the father, the dog, the baby, the woods in which it plays

But I cannot see the way. I look up toward the light. My home, inspiration, orientation
And do not understand the night.

I hope one day I might.

I love my tree. She’s seen me through so many moments—beautiful and hard. This is a poem I wrote underneath her the other day:Six years it’s been since she crowned me as her forest kin, and since then the life I’ve lived has driven me to this.
And what is it?
I see a being of light stand over me and extend his hand
The trees have eyes. All which watch, and I seem only to help those that are lost.
And yet, there is so much which remains.
So much confusion and anger and hurt, pent up as silent rage.
My eye twitches again.
Here, in the wild, where love and trickery are the same
I think of myself as a Noetic agent,
And earth as its living stage.
And plainly that is not enough.

I am rebuffed by my ancient friend.
“The two are one, and by each other done, and such it is the way”

I cry some more. Thinking of my love who came to visit. Of when fairies and lights floated above our heads.
And how I keep seeing her face again and again in the likenesses of those who would have me change

To feel the way they feel. Or know as they know. Or apologize for what I don’t think I’ve done, in the face of how I’ve grown.

A baby walks through the woods,
Its parents and dog in tow
I see it explore new sticks
And watch how it might grow

I know the answer is just right there
Staring me in the face
The mother, the father, the dog, the baby, the woods in which it plays

But I cannot see the way. I look up toward the light. My home, inspiration, orientation
And do not understand the night.

I hope one day I might.

Pheonix ren faire!

Little trips down memory lane. Need another photo shoot soon I’m thinking. And to get back out into the world 🎉 ❤️🎉 #travel

Little trips down memory lane. Need another photo shoot soon I’m thinking. And to get back out into the world 🎉 ❤️🎉 #travel

Little trips down memory lane. Need another photo shoot soon I’m thinking. And to get back out into the world 🎉 ❤️🎉 #travel

Little trips down memory lane. Need another photo shoot soon I’m thinking. And to get back out into the world 🎉 ❤️🎉 #travel

Little trips down memory lane. Need another photo shoot soon I’m thinking. And to get back out into the world 🎉 ❤️🎉 #travel

Little trips down memory lane. Need another photo shoot soon I’m thinking. And to get back out into the world 🎉 ❤️🎉 #travel

Little trips down memory lane. Need another photo shoot soon I’m thinking. And to get back out into the world 🎉 ❤️🎉 #travel

Little trips down memory lane. Need another photo shoot soon I’m thinking. And to get back out into the world 🎉 ❤️🎉 #travel