Rethinking death…


I know, this might seem a little strange, but I was so excited about discovering the way I want to be buried when I die, that I feel compelled to share...

Okay, first of all I get it, morbid, right? Wrong. Not only is death one of the most natural things in life, but also, it’s inevitable so why not do it right?

Plus, when we truly contemplate death and realize the impermanence of this existence, we can finally give ourselves permission to live life fully. How liberating!

I was extremely inspired and felt absolutely enlightened about the environmental impact of how we bury bodies after watching artist Jae Rhim Lee’s Ted Talk about her mushroom burial suit.

Yeah that’s right, mushroom burial suit of magic, that’s what I like to call it.

So here’s the deal, when our bodies decompose they release toxic chemicals into our Earth’s soil. Not only do we mess up the environment in life, but apparently we’re not doing much better in death. Our normal burial traditions are terrible for the environment, this is where the mushroom burial suit of magic comes in. Lee has created an organic burial suit loaded with mushroom spores. These mushrooms have the ability to transform these toxic chemicals into organic materials that are actually beneficial to the environment! Essentially, our physical body becomes amazing mulch to nourish the surrounding plants and environment.

Thennnnn, I found out about Capsula Mundi which is a project that wants to create a natural burial pod to “plant” into the earth when we die. Once buried, a seed of the tree of choice will be planted on top of the pod so a tree will grow in its place.

How beautiful is that?! Instead of a field of tombstones, a forest of trees! That’s the kind of legacy I’d like to leave behind.

So my master plan of death is to be buried in a mushroom suit inside the seed so that my body becomes nutritious mulch for the tree that will grow in my place contributing to the eternal cycle of life. Remember,  energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only change form.


Posted on April 7, 2016 .

Inner Child + Self Love


Shot By Corinna Lander


The experience of self love completely eluded me for a large part of my life. That is until I found her, curled up inside my heart yearning to be held, to be loved, to be told that everything will be okay.

For the most part, my childhood was beautiful, I had long unkempt hair and dirty feet, I spent hours on end playing outside on the farm, singing my soul songs into the breeze.

On the other hand, I spent the rest of my time feeling angry and frustrated. Maybe it was because I wanted to be heard or all I really wanted was love and support, but I didn’t know how to ask for it or receive it.

As I grew up, I buried that child and with her, all of her anger and hurt, below layers of prescription and nonprescription “medication,” only to discover years later that wherever I was so was she.

She went on living there in my heart, just waiting to be acknowledged. When I found her there she was scared, and hurt, but holding on to the hope that one day I would return.

Now, as an adult I can let her shine in the ways she always wanted to. She is pure love and I can protect her now, I can give her all of the freedom that she desires. I can give her a voice. Instead of suppressing her, I now let her lead me.

It's her, the child who lives in my heart that brings me to my most profound experiences. She is the wise one, the strong one, and it is when I surrender that I come alive, in the most authentic ways. Daily I submit to her playfulness and vitality so that I may embody her grace and fluidity in every moment.

I am her mother, I am her protector and just like a momma bear and her cub, this love is ferocious because I never want to be disconnected from her again.

To know my inner child, to accept her is to love myself for the very first time.


Shot by Corinna Lander



Posted on February 12, 2016 .

Spirit Dancer

“Do you know what I've learned? That although ecstasy is the ability to stand outside yourself, dance is a way of rising up into space, of discovering new dimensions while still remaining in touch with your body. When you dance, the spiritual world and the real world manage to coexist quite happily. I think classical ballet dancers dance on pointe because they're simultaneously touching the earth and reaching up to the skies.”

―  Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello



I am a dancer, I always have been.

Long before I had any proper training I was moving to an unheard rhythm, standing on my hands, shaking freely, spinning and spinning until I exhausted myself.

You too are a dancer, we all are, we are born that way.

There need be no music for this dance, it lives in the beat of our hearts, the in and out of our breath. The music is life, we just have to turn our attention inward to hear it.

This dance cannot be taught or learned, it can only be nurtured, coaxed and refined. It is our true nature but easily forgotten in the hurried pace of life.

Surrendering to the unique rhythm of our own internal pace and beat, we let ourselves be moved by a force beyond our comprehension.

Allowing this pulse of existence to come through, causing us to move to the music only we can hear. Vibrating up from the center of the earth, through the soles of our feet and into our spines, igniting the destiny that glows within each of us.

“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music”

- Friedrich Nietzsche

A celebration of life. An ecstatic dance with the unseen, the unknown. An act of giving thanks to these beautiful vessels.


I close my eyes and allow the beat to take me, sway me, spin me…

I dance to the rhythm of nature, the ebb and flow, the waning and waxing, the creation and destruction. I navigate the cycle of birth and death in each moment. I let go and empty myself so that I may be filled up with what moves me and makes my spirit dance.

I am a dancer.


Images shot on 35mm Film

Posted on December 16, 2015 .