Concealing Imperfection + More Adventures: An Update From Kourtney's Road Trip Through New Zealand

As I pull out my neglected bag of medication I feel the pang of guilt sink in my stomach. Since my arrival in Auckland I’ve done my best to ignore my Lyme at all cost. Staying absorbed in each adventure and convincing myself this was a much needed ‘break’ from it all.

Finally assessing the state of my health, I feel the anger tighten my chest. Mentally picturing myself tossing each pill, powder, and potion out the window, while begging any god to take back this curse and set me free.

I'm Not Willing To Run The Risk Of a Stagnate Life: Kourtney's Journey Through New Zealand + Beyond

‘You don’t get out of this world without getting your ticket punched’ my Nana often reminds me. A life-altering moment that will pick you up like a hurricane and drop you off miles from where you began. Inevitably, we will all get our turn at facing the darkness. Our world will be shaken, our beliefs questioned, and our hearts strengthened. After years of unknown and then the diagnosis of Lyme disease, it seemed as if I got my share of ticket punches.

There's Saying Yes To Life + There's Rain-Checking: Finding Clarity + Purpose Through The Backroads Of Bend, Oregon

Let me start by saying that as of late, the idea of adventure has sparked a lot of reflection, inwards and outwards. Resulting in many attempts to put to conscious thought, and fluent words – what it represents for me, what I often feel it should be, and the resulting pressure that creates.

In the simplest terms, it’s stepping outside of your bubble or box and experiencing an often necessary reset. Dropping into the unknown, the new 

An Unspoken Understanding: Elli and Melissa Chase Sunlight Through The Olympic Peninsula

When Melissa (@mellypeacox) came to Washington a few weeks back for her Lyme treatment, I already had a plan in mind to adventure together. We'd stock some good snacks, fill the car with blankets, string twinkly lights in the back for dreamy vibes, have a solid playlist, and just go. Find all the things and do all the things, because those days are always good days. They can make you feel alive when you need it most, especially when it's hard to remember life outside of just being sick.

The untouched wild of the Olympics and Cascades are what drew me to Seattle, and are what keep me here (despite an entire family 3,000 miles away). Despite sometimes having really hard days (and missing my mom). The pull of adventure, specifically amongst these mountains, fuel and fill my soul in the deepest way.

Sharing Our Story, Being Present, and Making Magic: A Fall Picnic Adventure With Charlotte

Carrots and Beets baked, branches and the last of the lavender foraged, blankets, napkins, cutlery, chairs, and bags packed carefully between baskets, cameras, and treasured goods; the feeling of Fall hung heavy in the air as we climbed into the car, readying ourselves for a day filled with spontaneity, vulnerable conversations, moments captured, antique finds, and a collective understanding that great things happen when we we allow ourselves to be seen.

When we show up and dedicate our every thought, idea, and physical movement to this very moment. 

When we recognize that being present takes a certain type of dedication. A dedication that lends itself well to mishaps and set backs. To mistakes being made and being ok with not always being ok, because being present isn't something you should stress over, but rather, something you should strive for. Something to lean into when we've found it, and let go of when it is just out of reach.

The End Of An Era: Leaning In Close To Life On Tuckaway Farm, While Trying To Adapt To Life Without It

You know that feeling that when you leave a place behind, it takes a part of you with it? Or rather, you leave a part of yourself behind. Well, I'm beginning to think that that piece is something you bring with you, that you are taking with you, in your very core, the many things that place showed you.

You are taking with you the way that place made you feel, and that in itself is more than enough to keep it's echo ever-present. 

No matter how lost I felt, or what stage I was at in my life, Tuckaway, and everyone that inhabited it, had a way of bringing me back home. You know, the kind of home that is always with you. The kind of home that can often go missing, feel distant, or disappear for a awhile