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Ocean

Wild Swimming

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~ Plunge the salty Salish Sea and sauna

~ Plunge an outdoor tub and sauna

BENEFITS OF CONTRAST THERAPY

~ Boost Energy Levels

~ Increase Circulation

~ Enhance Immune Function

~ Promote Faster Muscle Repair

~ Improve Skin Health

~ Reduce Stress

~ Improve Sleep

~ Commune with Nature

Wild Swimming

LET'S GET INTO IT

~ plunge the salty Salish Sea and sauna

~ plunge an outdoor metal tub and sauna

BENEFITS OF CONTRAST THERAPY

~ boost energy levels

~ increase circulation

~ enhance immune function

~ promote faster muscle repair

~ improve skin health

~ reduce stress

~ improve sleep

~ commune in nature

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“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening
that is translated through you into action,
and because there is only one of you in all time,
this expression is unique."

-Martha Graham

“Everything grows in the dark. Babies gestate in their mother’s wombs in the dark. Seeds grow in the dark of the earth. We can only see the stars in the dark of the night. And we’ve so banished darkness... People [talk] about walking towards the light. I would say, ‘what about walking in the dark?’”
— PERDITA FINN

“Everything grows in the dark. Babies gestate in their mother’s wombs in the dark. Seeds grow in the dark of the earth. We can only see the stars in the dark of the night. And we’ve so banished darkness... People [talk] about walking towards the light. I would say, ‘what about walking in the dark?’”
— PERDITA FINN

Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
~ Albert Camus

Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
~ Albert Camus

Croatia🧜🏻‍♀️

Croatia🧜🏻‍♀️

The Journey

One day you finally knew
What you had to do, and began,
Though the voices around you
Kept shouting
Their bad advice‚
Though the whole house
Began to tremble
And you felt the old tug
At your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
Each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
Though the wind pried
With its stiff fingers
At the very foundations‚
Though their melancholy
Was terrible.
It was already late
Enough, and a wild night,
And the road full of fallen
Branches and stones.
But little by little,
As you left their voices behind,
The stars began to burn
Through the sheets of clouds,
And there was a new voice,
Which you slowly
Recognized as your own,
That kept you company
As you strode deeper and deeper Into the world,
Determined to do
The only thing you could do‚
Determined to save
The only life you could save.

- Mary Oliver

The Journey

One day you finally knew
What you had to do, and began,
Though the voices around you
Kept shouting
Their bad advice‚
Though the whole house
Began to tremble
And you felt the old tug
At your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
Each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
Though the wind pried
With its stiff fingers
At the very foundations‚
Though their melancholy
Was terrible.
It was already late
Enough, and a wild night,
And the road full of fallen
Branches and stones.
But little by little,
As you left their voices behind,
The stars began to burn
Through the sheets of clouds,
And there was a new voice,
Which you slowly
Recognized as your own,
That kept you company
As you strode deeper and deeper Into the world,
Determined to do
The only thing you could do‚
Determined to save
The only life you could save.

- Mary Oliver

C r o a t i a 🧜🏻‍♀️

C r o a t i a 🧜🏻‍♀️

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

🌿Poem by Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

🌿Poem by Emily Dickinson

Glimpses of Spring~
Blooms abound: red veined enkianthus, towering Hawthrorne, lilacs and more lilacs. Beyond the Bardo🐝🌿✨

Glimpses of Spring~
Blooms abound: red veined enkianthus, towering Hawthrorne, lilacs and more lilacs. Beyond the Bardo🐝🌿✨

Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.

E. B. White

Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.

E. B. White

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud~
✨🌿🌞

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

– William Wordsworth (1802)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud~
✨🌿🌞

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

– William Wordsworth (1802)

Blessing for the Brokenhearted~

There is no remedy for love but to love more.
– Henry David Thoreau
🌿✨🌿✨🌿✨

Let us agree
for now
that we will not say
the breaking
makes us stronger
or that it is better
to have this pain
than to have done
without this love.

Let us promise
we will not
tell ourselves
time will heal
the wound,
when every day
our waking
opens it anew.

Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—

as if it knows
the only cure for love
is more of it,

as if it sees
the heart’s sole remedy
for breaking
is to love still,

as if it trusts
that its own
persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.

~ by Jan Richardson

Blessing for the Brokenhearted~

There is no remedy for love but to love more.
– Henry David Thoreau
🌿✨🌿✨🌿✨

Let us agree
for now
that we will not say
the breaking
makes us stronger
or that it is better
to have this pain
than to have done
without this love.

Let us promise
we will not
tell ourselves
time will heal
the wound,
when every day
our waking
opens it anew.

Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—

as if it knows
the only cure for love
is more of it,

as if it sees
the heart’s sole remedy
for breaking
is to love still,

as if it trusts
that its own
persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.

~ by Jan Richardson

✨This is the Dream✨

This is the dream we carry through the world
that something fantastic will happen
that it has to happen
that time will open by itself
that doors shall open by themselves
that the heart will find itself open
that mountain springs will jump up
that the dream will open by itself
that we one early morning
will slip into a harbour
that we have never known.

~poem written by Olav H. Hauge

✨This is the Dream✨

This is the dream we carry through the world
that something fantastic will happen
that it has to happen
that time will open by itself
that doors shall open by themselves
that the heart will find itself open
that mountain springs will jump up
that the dream will open by itself
that we one early morning
will slip into a harbour
that we have never known.

~poem written by Olav H. Hauge

The cure for everything is salt water:
Sweat, tears or the salt sea.

🧜🏻‍♀️
~ Isak Dinesen

The cure for everything is salt water:
Sweat, tears or the salt sea.

🧜🏻‍♀️
~ Isak Dinesen

Taste For Life~

Colette wrote that her most essential art was “not that of writing but of the domestic art of knowing how to wait, to conceal, to save up crumbs, to reglue, regild, change the worst into the not so bad, how to lose and recover in the same moment that frivolous thing, a taste for life.”

🍋

Taste For Life~

Colette wrote that her most essential art was “not that of writing but of the domestic art of knowing how to wait, to conceal, to save up crumbs, to reglue, regild, change the worst into the not so bad, how to lose and recover in the same moment that frivolous thing, a taste for life.”

🍋

Autumn is a second spring
When every leaf is a flower

~ Albert Camus

Autumn is a second spring
When every leaf is a flower

~ Albert Camus

This Is Just to Say~

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

🍇William Carlos Williams

This Is Just to Say~

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

🍇William Carlos Williams

Exultation Is The Going~
🌊

Exultation is the going
Of an island soul to sea-
Past the houses past the headlands,
Into deep Eternity!

Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?

- Emily Dickinson
🌊

Exultation Is The Going~
🌊

Exultation is the going
Of an island soul to sea-
Past the houses past the headlands,
Into deep Eternity!

Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?

- Emily Dickinson
🌊

100 years~ The Vote👯‍♀️

100 years~ The Vote👯‍♀️

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