Tag: Rewilding

  • Tantrachick

    Tantrachick

    “Hello world, this is me, is that you, world?” Those were the words I intentionally released into the world on June 1, 2010, when I wrote my first intentionally public Tantrachick blog post.

    The irony is that I had already been blogging privately for nearly two years, or at least I believed I was writing privately. I had no idea that my words were public or that hundreds of thousands of people had already been reading them.

    By the time I discovered I had an audience, the most intimate parts of me had already escaped into the world.

    Still, beginning Tantrachick felt different. This time, I knew I could be seen.

    I had wanted to create the blog for some time, but something kept stopping me. It wasn’t that I had nothing to say. It was that I knew exactly what I wanted to say, and I was afraid of what might happen if I consciously allowed the world to see the deep, true self I had kept carefully hidden.

    She was sensual, unconventional, intensely curious, and unwilling to separate sexuality from the rest of her humanity. She loved sex, love, desire, and the delicious art of seduction. She was a mother, a lover, a writer, a healer, and a woman beginning to understand the power of her own voice.

    She was me.

    And with one vulnerable question, I chose to let the world meet her.

    Then I wrote:

    “I am not your average woman.”

    Of course, I immediately acknowledged that there may be no such thing as an average woman. Still, I knew I experienced life differently. I described myself as a pioneer, an empowered woman who spoke her truth and embraced sexuality as part of her life.

    I loved sex.

    I loved love, sexuality, sensuality, and the art of seduction.

    And I was no longer willing to be ashamed of saying so.

    Looking back now, that first post was incredibly short. A few vulnerable paragraphs followed by “Sweet dreams, world.”

    But it was also a threshold.

    I had no idea what would follow. I did not know that the blog would grow into thousands of posts with millions of followers. Together, my resonant followers and I dove deep. We explored sexuality, Tantra, relationships, healing, pleasure, nudity, nature, movement, spirituality, motherhood, community, and the strange beauty of being fully human.

    I certainly did not know that I would still be meeting the woman who wrote those words more than sixteen years later.

    She was brave.

    She was also afraid.

    She wanted to be seen, yet she was still trying to understand what being seen would cost her.

    Tantrachick became a place where I could explore that question out loud. It gave me room to write about the parts of myself women were often expected to soften, conceal, or express only in carefully controlled ways.

    I could be intelligent and erotic.

    Spiritual and sexual.

    A mother and a lover.

    Nurturing and wild.

    Committed and free.

    I could talk about my body, pleasure, desire, wounds, curiosity, relationships, and the ongoing process of becoming myself.

    That voice was real.

    But Tantrachick was also an identity created during a particular season of my life. Eventually, the identity that helped liberate me began to feel like something I was expected to continue performing.

    On December 31, 2018 I deleted Tantrachick and launched Get Naked With Joy.

    At the time, deleting it felt necessary. Sometimes we need distance from an earlier version of ourselves before we can understand what she was actually trying to give us.

    Now I am returning.

    Not to recreate Tantrachick.

    Not to pretend that nothing has changed.

    And not to package myself into another identity that I will eventually choose to escape.

    I am returning as Joy.

    Get Naked With Joy is not simply the revival of two empowered blogs. It is the continuation of a conversation I began when I finally admitted that I was afraid to show the world who I really was.

    Getting naked has never been only about removing clothing.

    It is removing the masks we wear to remain acceptable.

    It is noticing where we have edited ourselves to avoid making other people uncomfortable.

    It is releasing identities that once protected us but no longer allow us to breathe.

    It is telling the truth before we have managed to turn it into a tidy lesson.

    It is allowing ourselves to be seen while we are still becoming.

    The woman who wrote “Hello world!” in 2010 did not have everything figured out.

    Neither do I.

    I am arriving with my voice.

    That may be the most honest place to begin.

    I am not arriving with a perfected brand, a polished philosophy, or a promise that every part of this unfolding will be comfortable.

    I am bringing the woman I was, the woman I became, and the woman I am consciously creating now.

    Over the coming days, I will be returning to the Tantrachick memoirs and meeting pieces of myself through the words I left behind. Some will still feel completely true. Some will reveal how profoundly I have changed. Some may make me laugh, ache, cringe, remember, or recognize that the life I am creating now began whispering to me many years ago.

    I do not need to erase the woman I was to become the woman I am.

    I can honor her courage without being confined by her identity.

    I can consciously choose to reclaim her sensuality, curiosity, openness, and willingness to speak while bringing forward everything life has taught me since.

    So here I am.

    Still unconventional.

    Still sensually alive.

    Still asking difficult questions.

    Still learning what it means to reveal my deep, true inner self to the world.

    This is me, whoever I am becoming.

    Hello world, again. If you wrote like no one was reading your words, what would you write about? I would love to know…

    From my heart to yours, Joy

  • Taking Back the Wheel

    Taking Back the Wheel

    How a three-day bq.Capital retreat, an unexpected sailboat adventure, and one vulnerable moment helped me reclaim Get Naked With Joy and become the captain of my life.

    At sunset today, only hours after reclaiming my voice and reviving my Get Naked With Joy blog, I found myself standing at the wheel of a sailboat.

    This is a true story that happened this evening.

    The sails were down and the motor was running. The captain was below deck performing a maintenance task, and we had intentionally brought the boat up to a high speed so he could do what needed to be done.

    I was steering.

    Only a short time earlier, I talked about becoming the captain of my ship. Reclaiming my voice. Becoming the master of my destiny and, therefore, my life.

    And then, while we were moving at considerable speed I got distracted by the beauty of birds taking flight and I let go of the wheel.

    Just for a moment.

    The boat immediately changed direction.

    We began heading directly toward the shore, and we were approaching it rapidly.

    I was actually quite calm. I could see what was happening, and I could also see very clearly that I did not have the experience or capacity in that moment to correct our course.

    I had let go of the wheel, and the natural consequences were approaching at breakneck speed.

    Then, with almost extraordinary timing, the experienced captain appeared from below deck.

    I calmly asked, “Could you please correct the boat?”

    He stepped into action immediately.

    There was no judgment. No frustration. No lecture about what I had done wrong. He simply recognized what was happening, took the wheel, and altered our collective path.

    Within moments, we were moving safely through the water again.

    The Courage to Be Helped

    The timing was almost too perfect.

    On the very day I chose to become the captain of my life again, life reminded me that being the captain does not mean I must know how to do everything alone.

    Sovereignty is not pretending that I possess abilities I have not yet developed, or in this case, skills I have not practiced in years. It is knowing where I am, recognizing where I am heading, and being willing to ask for help before I collide with the natural consequences of my choices.

    There was no shame in needing the captain’s experience. Asking for help did not take away my power.

    Quite the opposite. Asking was part of reclaiming it.

    I remained present. I recognized what was happening. I told the truth. I called upon someone with the ability to help, and together we corrected the course.

    The philosopher Seneca wrote:

    “When a man does not know what harbour he is making for, no wind is the right wind.”

    I am beginning to know my harbour again.

    The truth is that I had moved somewhat off course, both in my business and in parts of my personal life. Not disastrously. Not beyond repair. But far enough that I was no longer moving clearly toward the life and work I truly wanted to create.

    The mentoring and coaching I entered into recently helped me see that without shaming me for it. Like the captain appearing from below deck, my new mentor, friend, and resonant collaborator, Sebastian, brought experience, perspective, and the ability to recognize patterns I could not completely see while standing inside them.

    But no mentor can permanently steer another person’s life.

    The most valuable guidance does not make us dependent upon the guide. It helps us regain our bearings, correct our direction, and become more capable of steering for ourselves.

    The accountability I am receiving now is helping me keep my hands on the wheel. It is helping me return to my writing, reclaim Get Naked With Joy, and follow through on the choices I have said matter to me.

    How many times do we continue heading toward the shore because we are afraid to admit that we do not know how to turn the wheel?

    How often do we confuse sovereignty with isolation?

    Opening to Experience

    This sailboat ride arrived as part of a much larger opening within me.

    Over the past several days, I have been giving myself permission to enter new experiences, feel unfamiliar emotions, and remain open to where those experiences may lead me. It is unnerving in moments. Right before the boat ride, Sebastian asked when I would begin taking action. I said, tomorrow morning. He said, “How about now?”

    I responded by saying “Then I would have to create content.” He responded, “No. You would choose to”. How empowering is that? And choosing to create content led me to a beautiful sailboat adventure. In future posts I will write more about the significance and meaning in this sentiment. For now, let’s continue…

    This story began when I chose to dive fully into a three-day intimate corporate retreat here in Lake Las Vegas, guided by Sebastian Schelper. When the retreat ended, I chose to continue the expansion through a private, consultant-level deep dive into my life, work, voice, brand, and direction.

    Sol Haven where the retreat was held

    The three-day retreat is a $9,000 experience. The depth of private advisory I received would ordinarily represent an investment of approximately one hundred thousand or more. Sebastian gifted that continued experience to me as this work begins reaching people in Las Vegas, trusting that I would share my honest testimony and bring my own perspective, relationships, creativity, and gifts into what might emerge.

    And something did emerge.

    Not a new identity for me to wear.

    It helped me begin removing the identities that no longer fit. It also helped me see where I had drifted away from my true North. My own direction in life, love and in my businesses.

    The value was not in having Sebastian tell me who to become. It was in having someone ask the questions, reflect the patterns, challenge the places where I was not fully aligned, and hold me accountable to the future I had already said I wanted.

    I still had to choose.

    I still had to take the wheel.

    This is not a bq.Capital story disguised as my own, and it is not a sales pitch. My retreat experience and the subsequent coaching Sebastian bestowed upon me is one meaningful part of the path that led me back to myself.

    That distinction matters deeply to me.

    A true collaboration should not require either person to disappear inside the other person’s work. It should allow two sovereign human beings to recognize where they genuinely resonate and what they may be able to amplify together.

    That is what a resonant collaboration means to me.

    Every Experience Matters

    There is a passage on the bq.Capital website that stayed with me:

    “As CEO, you set the direction. But you cannot personally create every experience your corporation delivers. Your people do.

    Every person who touches a customer, colleague, partner, supplier or community becomes a Chief Experience Officer in that moment.”

    This evening, the captain of that sailboat became a Chief Experience Officer in that moment.

    His response shaped more than the direction of the sailboat. It shaped the emotional meaning of our collective experience.

    He could have reacted with anger. He could have made me feel foolish. Instead, he assessed the situation, stepped into action, and corrected our course with presence, competence, and zero judgment.

    He protected our physical safety while preserving my sense of dignity.

    And I participated in creating that experience too.

    I didn’t panic, hide what was happening, or allow pride to keep us barreling toward the shore. I spoke clearly and trusted him to respond.

    Leadership is created in moments like these.

    Not merely in corporate strategy rooms or through impressive titles, but in every interaction where our response has the power to create fear, shame, safety, trust, connection, or liberation.

    Get Naked With Joy

    Today, I also reclaimed this blog, Get Naked With Joy.

    I deleted Get Naked on April 24, 2024. Bringing it back is not simply about restoring a website. It is about reclaiming a part of myself I am no longer willing to abandon.

    Getting naked has never been only about removing clothing.

    It is about removing the masks, obligations, expectations, and identities that conceal the truth of who we are. It is allowing ourselves to be seen before every part of the story has been polished and perfected.

    It is having the courage to say what is real while we are still living it.

    I am not returning to recreate the woman who originally began this blog.

    I am returning as the woman she was becoming.

    A woman willing to open herself to experience. A woman willing to feel. A woman willing to steer. A woman wise enough to ask for help and sovereign enough to choose whom she trusts with the wheel.

    For one brief moment today, I let go.

    The consequences became visible immediately.

    But letting go for one moment did not determine our destination.

    Awareness gave me another choice. Honesty made action possible. Experienced support helped correct our direction.

    That is also what meaningful mentorship has offered me.

    It did not choose my harbour. It did not create my voice or decide what my life should become. It helped me recognize where I had drifted, see the approaching consequences more clearly, and make a conscious correction.

    Now Sebastian’s accountability is helping me continue this journey.

    It is one thing to recognize that we have moved off course. It is another to return to the wheel each day and keep steering toward what we say we want.

    Perhaps becoming the captain of my life is not about gripping the wheel so tightly that no one can ever help me.

    Perhaps it is about knowing where I choose to go, remaining self-aware enough to notice when I am moving off course, and being willing to receive support without surrendering responsibility for my direction.

    The captain corrected the boat.

    My mentors helped me correct my course.

    But the life I am creating remains mine to steer.

    Today, I took back the wheel, stripped away my layers and dove into Lake Las Vegas. (feature image is a photo the captain took of me).

    And maybe there is somewhere in your life asking the same of you. A place where you’ve drifted slightly off course, handed over the wheel, or simply forgotten that you still get to choose.

    Where is life inviting you to choose again?

    And what might become possible the moment you do?

    From my heart to yours, Joy

    If something in my experience speaks to where you are in your own journey, I invite you to explore what may be waiting for you at bq.capital

  • Tin Box

    Tin Box

    I’ve been writing songs as long as I can remember. I didn’t always call them songs and they weren’t proper lyrics. But my musical magical kids have been pushing me to produce my “songs”. This one’s been brewing for a minute.

    There’s something about slowing down enough to hear what’s still moving underneath it all. Tin Box filtered through in fragments… a rhythm, a feeling, a quiet unraveling. It’s not about where we’re going, it’s about what remains when we stop. And feel.

    A little morning Joy;)

    Lyrics:

    tap… slow…

    tap… slow…

    there’s a man with a suitcase full of wires

    says he don’t walk nowhere no more

    keeps his footsteps in a tin box

    buried under the kitchen floor

    used to chase the morning whistle

    steam and smoke and paper cups

    now he sits inside the flicker

    while the quiet fills him up

    tap slow… let it come

    tap slow… let it come

    boots are lined beside the doorway

    ain’t been worn in half a year

    dust is fallin’ like a curtain

    on the shape of disappear

    we send shadows where we used to go

    through a tunnel made of light

    every voice a little closer

    every body out of sight

    tap slow… feel it hum

    tap slow… feel it hum

    no roads…

    no weight…

    no need to arrive…

    just a whisper…

    in the current…

    tryin’ to feel alive…

    there’s a drawer full of quiet dreams

    rattlin’ when the night gets thin

    you can hear ‘em tryin’ to wake up

    scratchin’ from beneath the skin

    the distance folded in on itself

    like a map that lost its name

    and the city turned to static

    but the hunger stayed the same

    tap slow… here it comes

    tap slow… here it comes

    Song title: do you like Tap Slow or Tim Box? I’m torn. Please comment to share your thoughts! Sending love on this beauty-full day…

    from my heart to yours,

    Joy

  • The Power of Being Fully, Unapologetically You

    The Power of Being Fully, Unapologetically You

    I have been pushing.

    Pushing my body through long days of construction. Pushing my mind through business decisions, strategy, conversations, planning. Pushing my nervous system past what it can gently hold. And telling myself it is my duty. Telling myself it is growth. Telling myself it is necessary.

    Then I put myself on an early flight to save money. I moved from car to plane to another vehicle. I felt the motion in my body. That subtle disorientation that starts physically and then slowly seeps into everything else. I sat and waited for hours. I had a cider. Then another later. And somewhere in that stretch of movement and waiting and stimulation and exhaustion, something slipped.

    Not just my balance in the moment. My balance in life.

    There was a quiet realization that I have been out of rhythm. Not slightly. Not temporarily. But deeply, structurally out of rhythm. The kind where you keep going because you know how strong you are, but you stop listening to what your body and your spirit have been asking for.

    And so I let go.

    I stopped managing how I was perceived. I stopped holding everything together. I let my hair down. I let my body move the way it wanted to move. I danced. I sang. I connected. I watched people closely. I felt everything more vividly. I said things that were real. Maybe too real for some. Maybe not timed perfectly. Maybe not softened in the way people expect.

    And I did not try to fix it.

    That was the moment.

    Not the dancing. Not the conversations. The moment was realizing that I do not need to constantly calibrate myself to keep everyone comfortable. I do not need to over manage my energy so that I never disrupt anything. I do not need to be the one who holds the emotional center for every space I enter.

    There is a power in not giving a fuck that has nothing to do with being reckless.

    It has everything to do with being honest.

    Honest about where I am. Honest about what I need. Honest about the fact that I have been giving more than I have been receiving. Honest about the reality that my life, if I am lucky, could be long. And also could not be.

    I am fifty years old. Some people in my family have lived past one hundred. I could be halfway through. I could be near the end of something I do not see coming. Both are true at the same time.

    And that clarity does something to you. For you. Our dear friend Gill brushed up against that same clarity and chose to take action!

    That kind of clarity makes you look at your days differently. It makes you feel the cost of imbalance. It makes you question why you are working so hard to build a life that you are not fully inhabiting.

    I know what I love.

    I love immersion coaching. I love deep connection. I love watching someone shift in real time. I love building something that actually matters. That is not in question.

    What is in question is how I live while building it.

    Because if the way I am building it strips me of pleasure, strips me of spontaneity, strips me of my own aliveness, then I am not building my life. I am postponing it.

    This weekend reminded me of something simple and confronting.

    I know how to live well. I have done it before. I have felt it in my body. The balance of movement and stillness. Work and play. Structure and freedom. Giving and receiving.

    And I drifted.

    Not because I am weak. Because I am capable of pushing far beyond what is sustainable.

    So now I return.

    Not with a dramatic overhaul. Not with a rigid plan. But with a decision.

    I am designing my life again. Intentionally.

    An ikigai life. A day I would not trade. A life that feels like a full expression, not a constant effort to get somewhere else. The version of my life that feels like a two hundred million dollar day, not because of money, but because of how it feels to be inside of it.

    And part of that design includes a deeper embodiment of not giving a fuck.

    Not in a way that disconnects me from people. In a way that reconnects me to myself.

    Not caring about every opinion. Not softening every edge. Not apologizing for being in a season of expansion, contraction, expression, or rest.

    Letting myself be seen in motion.

    Letting myself take up space.

    Letting myself be human.

    If I invite anyone into this, it is not to follow me. It is to ask yourself a simple question.

    Where have you been over giving?

    Where have you been over controlling?

    Where have you been performing instead of living?

    And what would shift, even slightly, if you loosened your grip and stopped giving a fuck in the places that are quietly draining your life?

    I am walking this now. Not perfectly. Not cleanly. But honestly.

    And that feels like the right place to begin again.

    Today is Aryauna, my youngest daughter’s 22nd birthday, and also the beautiful Niki Bee’s birthday.

    May you both be held in a year that meets you fully.
    May your paths open in ways that feel both exciting and deeply right.
    May you trust yourselves more than ever before, even in the unknown.
    May your bodies feel safe, your hearts feel expressed, and your lives feel like something you are consciously creating, not just moving through. Happy birthday to my baby girl and to you my dear little Bee;) From my heart to yours, Mama Joy

  • A Quiet Christmas Reckoning

    A Quiet Christmas Reckoning

    Seven Days to Stop Fucking Around With Your Life

    Christmas Day has a way of softening us.

    The world pauses. The noise dips. The pretending quiets for a moment.

    And in that quieter space, truth gets louder.

    So let me say this gently and clearly because I’m saying it to myself first:

    I refuse to drag a half-ass version of myself into the new year. 🏇

    There will be zero numbing, circling, rationalizing, or spiritualizing stagnation.

    I’m not interested in knowing better without living better.

    This is not a shaming post.

    This is not a motivational quote carousel.

    This is a total fucking reckoning.

    Because here’s the real question no one asks themselves honestly enough:

    Where are you absolutely dominating your life?

    And more importantly, where are you avoiding yourself?

    Not where you used to be strong.

    Not where you look competent.

    Where are you actually alive, expanded, grounded?

    Where are you fully expressed?

    And where are things just… not working?

    Where does energy stall?

    Where does resentment whisper?

    Where do you keep saying “soon,” “after,” or “when things settle down”?

    Because here’s the uncomfortable truth we all feel but rarely name:

    Most of us aren’t afraid of failure.

    We’re afraid of what happens when we stop hiding.

    We’re afraid of what it would mean to fully show up…

    in our bodies,

    in our voices,

    in our work,

    in our relationships,

    in our devotion to our own becoming.

    So let me ask you the questions I’m asking myself today.

    Zero theatrics and no spiritual bullshit:

    Where am I powerful and pretending it doesn’t matter?

    Where am I exhausted because I keep negotiating with a life I’ve already outgrown? Where am I asking for clarity when what I really need is courage?

    Where am I still playing small because it’s familiar, not because it’s true?

    This isn’t about becoming someone new.

    It’s about removing the parts of your life that are no longer aligned with who you already are.

    2026 doesn’t need another version of you that’s:

    half-committed chronically overthinking endlessly preparing emotionally available to everything except your own fire 🔥

    2026 needs the version of you that has stopped making excuses for her own hesitation.

    The version of you who understands this simple truth:

    Discipline is not punishment.

    Devotion is not restriction.

    And power does not ask for permission.

    There is a feral, holy, undomesticated intelligence inside you that already knows this.

    She is not suited to polite society.

    She does not thrive on approval.

    She does not wait to be chosen.

    She waits for you to choose her.

    So for the love of gawd… please choose you!

    So today🎄Christmas Day I’m not making resolutions.

    I’m making a decision.

    For the next seven days, I’m not numbing.

    I’m not drifting.

    I’m not pretending momentum will magically appear on January 1st.

    I’m preparing.

    I’m taking inventory.

    I’m cutting dead weight.

    I’m reclaiming energy.

    I’m telling the truth.

    If you feel that pull too. A quiet, relentless knowing that your life wants more honesty, more embodiment, more authority please pay attention.

    The next seven days are a countdown.

    Not to a new year.

    To a new standard.

    Not to a new you.

    To the you that already exists

    To the you within.

    Let’s unleash together.

    Merry Christmas form my heart to yours, Joy

  • Playful Radiance: Showing Up as You Are

    Playful Radiance: Showing Up as You Are

    This morning I woke to dappled sunlight and a voice message from a fellow healer who is walking this path with me. I could feel her processing, so instead of overthinking what I’d wear or how it would all look, I slipped on my sweater, put on one of my favorite Diva Primal tracks, stepped onto my porch (crafted with local milled cedar planks) and pressed record.

    The sun was behind me, peeking through the trees, and I thought: the time is now. Not someday when I’ve figured everything out. Not when I’ve got curtains hung in my tiny cabin or my tea is brewed. Now.

    “With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?” — Oscar Wilde

    Today, I let the nervous energy melt away. I just sat down on my porch and let it pour through. Sometimes all we need is a cozy sweater, a little music, and the willingness to begin.

    NOTE: I don’t think my video is working yet. This is a new process for me. I will continue working on it…

    So here’s to starting where we are, with sunlight slipping between the branches and our hair still messy from sleep. May today remind you that your joy doesn’t need staging, your radiance doesn’t need polishing. You are allowed to show up as you are, right now. And maybe later, like me, you’ll brew a cuppa tea and smile at how much lighter life feels when we stop waiting for perfect.

    “Within you is a light that never goes out. All you have to do is stop hiding it.” — Unknown

    ✨ Tarot for Today: The Sun ☀️

    This card could not have been more literal—I filmed with the sun glowing behind me, reminding us all that bliss and renewal are always within reach. The Sun is playful radiance itself. It asks us to soak in the warmth, trust the light, and remember that our own brilliance doesn’t need effort—it just is.

    May your day be truly blessed. From my heart to yours, Joy

  • Wild Woman

    Wild Woman

    If you have been following my social media accounts or reading this blog (which I launched on New Year’s Day in 2018) you have likely seen a variety of nude or partially nude photos of me.  It is not my intention to influence others through my photos or my words, I simply enjoy sharing my “Get Naked With Joy” adventures. From what I understand, different groups of people use different terms to describe naturism and related activities.

    According to Wikipedia:

    “Naturism, or nudism, is a cultural and political movement practising, advocating, and defending personal and social nudity, most but not all of which takes place on private property. The term may also refer to a lifestyle based on personal, family, or social nudism. Naturism may take a number of forms. It may be practiced individually, within a family, socially, or in public.”

    Some people are very particular about the term used to describe their lifestyle. There are a variety of terms used to describe personal, situational and social nudity. For me, the term does not matter. Because I love being outdoors, the word naturism resonates with me, but nudism is also a term I embrace.

    I grew up with a dad who was a social and situational nudist, so I have always felt comfortable being naked. At the same time, I have avoided sharing naked photos of myself publicly until this year. I suppose I was afraid of the reactions of friends, family and strangers.

    On a personal level, my life changed dramatically in 2017. One of the aspects of me that shifted throughout the process I went through is that I somehow evolved into a woman who refuses to allow the conservative, limiting, or shameful thoughts of others to shape my life.

    So here I am baring my soul and my body to you.

    From my heart to yours,

     

    Joy

  • Winter Rewilding With Joy

    Winter Rewilding With Joy

    For those of you who read my blog, Tantrachick, I am truly excited to share my new adventures with you! Today, my brother-in-law, drove to Mount Maxwell to take photos of my beautiful sister, Grace, with the gorgeous backdrop of Mount Maxwell.

    While they were on their adventure, I explored the wilderness of the Salt Spring Conservancy with a local photographer to have my own rewilding adventure! It has been an absolutely stunning day! I hope you have had an equally beautiful day!

    From my heart to yours,

    Joy