Before we dive in, I want to take a moment to honor... 💐

The mamas by birth, by spirit, by choice.
To those mothering others.
To those learning to mother themselves.
To the ancestors who couldn’t.
To the daughters who are breaking the cycle.
To the ones reparenting, reclaiming, and rising.

This, love, is your legacy.

From my heart to yours with some sloppy dog kisses from Olivia too. 🐾💕

🏔️ 7,400 Feet Up in the John Muir Wilderness

This week, we set up camp at 7,400 feet near a crystal-clear alpine lake in the John Muir Wilderness Area.

The kind of lake that makes everything inside you go quiet.
Snowmelt-fed. Rugged. Sacred.
The kind of view that rearranges your nervous system in a single breath and makes you go, "Oh right, this is what my soul came for."

The air was thin and crisp—like it had been freshly washed by the sky. It carried the scent of pine, wildflower, and melting snow. Every breath felt like medicine.

🌱 While we were up there, we harvested some wild California sage with every intention of drying it out and making sweet little bundles of wilderness medicine. ✨

👉🏻 So I laid it out in the sunshine. On Olivia’s bed.

And in true labrador fashion, she took that as an invitation to redecorate. 🥴

She didn’t just lie on the sage—she collapsed into it with full-body joy, legs splayed, tail thumping, snout burrowed deep like it was the best-smelling thing she’d ever encountered (she wasn’t wrong). The result? A fragrant mess of leaves, fur, and crushed dreams.

So yeah. We rerouted this plan. 😂 Because sometimes sacred plans get slobbered on.

🚐 Alani: Not Built for 28 Degrees

⛈️ Then came the storm. The rain. The sideways sleet. And three consecutive nights of 28-degree cold.

Even though I was raised in North Idaho—Alani, my van, was lovingly built in Southern Florida, where the only frost you see is on your acai bowl. 🍧

She’s a warm-blooded girl. She was not vibing with alpine freeze. And truth be told... neither was I. 🥶

🪲 And just when I thought it couldn’t get more dramatic... TICKS.

First on Olivia. Then on me. My nervous system? Fully RSVP'd to the chaos party.

→ The kind where your skin buzzes with every little movement, your breath shortens, and your brain decides it’s time to burn everything down and become a minimalist mushroom farmer in New Zealand. 🤔

👀 I did the full-body panic scans on both of us, the van wipe-down, and probably some semi-controlled pacing...but who was watching?!

> Have you ever been overstimulated that the air feels loud?

> Like your skin is trying to escape your body and your brain has 47 tabs open, none of which are useful? Yeah. That.....

Sometimes Mother Nature doesn’t whisper...She body slams. Time to move on honey.

🌊 Creekside Magic (AKA The Comeback Moment)

📍 We dropped elevation and found a new creek—roaring with snowmelt and good energy.

We backed in. Swung the van doors wide open... and fell asleep to the sound of water rushing over ancient stones like the Earth was rocking us to sleep.

I could feel every cell in my body exhaling.

I laid there in the quiet—with the hum of the creek and my own inhale-exhale rhythm.

➡️  And I thought… This. This is what breathwork gives me. That same pause. That same knowing. The way it doesn’t fix you—it just brings you home.

Maybe you’ve felt it too, in moments like this—when nature becomes the guide and your breath becomes the medicine. Oof.  🌬️

Let’s just get this out of the way though....

🛑 Oh hell no—I am not jumping into that frigid cold creek water!

I was raised on warm Atlantic waves in South Florida. My body likes its water bath-temperature, not glacier-infused ice nuggets. ❄️

But I’ll sit next to it.
I’ll breathe with it.
I’ll let it recalibrate my soul.

Water is my home base.
It reminds me to soften. To stop bracing. To return to breath.

I don’t need to be submerged in it to receive its magic medicine.

Just being close is enough to remember who I truly am. 💫

☕️ Coyotes, Coffee & Spirit Messages

The next morning, I stepped out of the van with my coffee—and saw them.

Two coyotes, running across the open field like messengers from another realm. No filter, no warning. Just full embodiment.

🐺 In many cultures, coyotes symbolize transformation, intuition, and the hidden gifts inside disruption. Tricksters, yes—but also truth-tellers.

They show up when something sacred is shifting.

And in that moment, I didn’t need a sign. I was the sign.

🌕 This Week’s Truth

Some places expand you.
Some strip you down.
And some do both in the same breath.

This week reminded me:

Even when things feel gritty, wild, and a little unhinged—there’s always beauty.
There’s always breath.
And there’s always wisdom woven into the chaos.

💨 BONUS: Need a Breath? I’ve Got You.

Been running on autopilot, love?

Take just three minutes and shut the world out.

Drop out of your head, into your heart, and let this breathwork session light you up from the inside out.

👉 [Take a breath with me here] 

🔥 And if your nervous system has been quietly (or loudly) begging for a deeper reset...

My 12-week virtual group breathwork immersion,

Sacred Breath: A Journey to Generational Healing

 begins this Thursday, May 15.

It’s breathwork, yes—but this is also your LEGACY.

 We soften the patterns passed down through generations.

We rise. We reclaim. We breathe for every woman who didn't know how.

If this work has been whispering to you... Now is the time to say yes.

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Til next Sunday, from wherever we land—
🌲💛
Victoria & Olivia 🐾

P.S. Curious where this wild little road is taking us next?
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P.P.S. Feeling a little full after all that? Breathe with me here → [Mini Heart-Opening Session] 💚