48 hours until we gather.�
Passenger Harvest: The Beauty of Endings�A night for seekers, growth-minded humans, and high-caliber souls who choose to meet change with presence rather than resistance.
Endings aren’t collapse — they’re clarity.
They show us what’s ready to fall away… and what’s ready to rise.
🎟️ Tickets (few remain): #linkinbio�
@wonderpact × @clarehefferren
Sponsored by: @theessencephotographer@mkbruner and Electic Elegance Events
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I’m honored to be the video sponsor for Passenger Harvest: The Beauty of Endings with Wonder Pact. Gatherings like this remind us of something essential — that meaningful connection doesn’t happen by accident. It’s created when people slow down, listen deeply, and show up with intention.
On November 22, ten guests will sit together in South Westminster for a guided conversation on Stoicism, Surrender & Renewal — a night that explores how endings shape us, soften us, and ultimately open space for what’s next.
If you’ve been craving depth over noise, this is the table.
🎟️ Tickets + details @wonderpact bio
🤍 Sponsored by @mkbruner
Two years of doing every aspect of life together. And the truth is, love didn’t save me. It revealed me.
Being with Michael hasn’t always felt safe. At times, it’s felt raw, exposing, disorienting. He didn’t try to fix my abandonment wounds. He triggered them.
And in doing so, he gave me the greatest gift: a mirror and a choice.
To meet the parts of me that wanted to run.
To soothe the child inside who learned love meant disappearing.
To come home to my own heart, Self, over and over again.
The right person doesn’t walk in and rescue you.
They stay long enough to witness your unraveling.
They hold steady as you meet the shadows you once avoided.
They walk with you as you rebuild, this time, rooted in truth.
This is the love we’ve built.
Not a fantasy. Not perfection. But something real. Something earned.
A home we return to, even when it’s hard.
A devotion that softens every sharp edge.
A love that continues to evolve as we do.
Two years. A lifetime of lifetimes still unfolding.
Happy anniversary, my love. This is just the beginning.💜
Here’s to the friends who cheer me up on challenging days.
Who let me raid their snack drawer and tell me to go for it.
To the babies who remind me how healing it is to laugh, to be playful, to be fully in the moment.
To the ones who see me, through the confusion, the clarity, the questions, and love me anyway.
Who remind me I don’t need to have it all figured out to keep showing up.
That posting on the hard days matters too.
Thank you for letting me be fully human. This journey has been humbling.
14/365
I spent years disconnected from nature. City life kept me on the hamster wheel of endless stimulation.
The farther I got from nature, the more crazy I felt.
Anxious. Overstimulated. Disconnected.
The mountains are medicine. They’re a reminder of the stillness that is always waiting for me when I unplug from the constant buzz of modern day life.
🧠 A 90-minute walk in nature quiets brain activity linked to anxiety and overthinking.
🌲 2 hours a week outdoors has the power to lower cortisol levels.
☀️ Forest bathing, a Japanese practice of slowing down and simply being with the trees, boosts your immune system for up to 30 days.
💚 People who live near green space have a 12% lower risk of dying early.
In a world that rewards burnout and distraction, nature remains a constant anchor for a healing intelligence that we too often forget.
If you’re feeling overwhelmed, maybe it’s not you.
Maybe it’s the system you’ve been swimming in.
Let the earth remind you who you are.
13/365
Back in the mountains today.
One of the best things about Colorado is how easy it is to reconnect with the wild.
I feel like the mountains called me in for this next phase of healing and work. I had a lot to learn these past 4 years weaving in and out of this place.
There’s something sacred about humanity’s connection to mountains. It feels like a reminder of something far greater than us.
Grateful to be back in the stillness and sanctuary that the land provides.
12/365
These two bright golden lights came to visit today, and honestly, if it weren’t for their wedding, Mariah and I might never have gotten married.
Alok has been one of my closest friends for the past decade. He saved my life by being a lifeline of joy, authenticity and truth during my darkest days.
He has constantly reflected unconditional love in ways few ever have.
I am eternally grateful that our paths crossed. I am equally grateful that he found such a beautiful joy companion to walk with him in this next phase of his life. @millie_dave , you’re such a gift to this world and Mariah and I are over the moon that we get to call you friend.
Thank you both for existing and making space for us today.
11/365
I’ve been waking up with the same question in my head every day.
“What am I going to post today?”
I debated recording something. Blanked on what I’d say. I opted to scroll through my photos, feeling the pressure to come up with something meaningful or creative.
But today, I stopped.
I saw this photo.
And I smiled. I let the pressure lift.
She smiled at me the way she always did. Like I was fine just as I was.
No performance. No masks.
Just me, a wiry kid with a nerf gun, chasing her around her house, cracking up at my own jokes. And her, full of grace, laughing along with me.
Grandma Betty was unconditional love.
She made me feel safe to be a fool, to be tender, to be exactly who I was.
I didn’t expect this post to be the one.
But somehow she reached across time and reminded me:
That’s enough for now.
For everyone who has showed their support and sent messages of encouragement, it has been a huge blessing. Thank you. 🫶
10/365
This week, I had my first conventional therapy session in over eight years.
It’s something I avoided adamantly. I felt betrayed by the traditional models that gave me no real hope, and in those 8+ years, I walked a spiritual path that peaked with being emotionally and financially bankrupt. I was in denial of this in more ways than I want to admit, but Mariah has witnessed me through it all.
Mariah invited me to open that door to support again. She pleaded with me and gave me the space to see the healing still waiting for both of us.
She’s walked beside me through some of the biggest transitions of my life and hers as well. Taking us from Europe to America facing the depths together through it all.
Her own healing journey was well underway when we met. In many ways, our paths collided. Two people deep in their own reckoning, completely unaware of what we were stepping into.
It hasn’t been easy. We’ve hit walls. Made hard decisions. Faced shadows we hadn’t fully looked at until they showed up in our relationship. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
This has been a relationship I’ve grown in. It has stretched and challenged us, but our North Star was staying rooted in love above all else. And that’s worth its weight in gold.
Mariah is a force to be reckoned with. I’ve watched her change lives, hold space, and move through her own pain with grace. I’m endlessly honored to witness the woman she is. And the one she continues to become.
And I’m grateful that her courage gave me permission to begin again, too.
Here’s to healing. In sickness and in health. One layer at a time.
9/365
Today I was invited back into a monthly men’s circle, and it reminded me just how impactful this work has been in my life. Even if it’s taken me nearly four years to start truly embodying what I learned.
I joined my first men’s group in the fall of 2021 during a time of chaos internally, relationally, and geographically.
I had just moved to Colorado and was confused, ungrounded, and unaware of how fragmented my connection to healthy masculinity was.
Men’s work was one of my only lights for me at the time. It showed me how much avoidance I had been carrying, how deep patterns had become since childhood, and how lost I felt without a grounded example of mature masculinity.
Growing up, masculinity was a strange blend of Hollywood role models and church culture. My father did his best, and I appreciate all he did, but his own masculine identity was affected by his strained relationship with his father.
The deeper I go into this work, the more I see how many of us are walking around with father wounds. Some of us respond by being nice guys and people pleasing.
Others push harder, chasing status or power. Most of us weren’t taught how to feel and lead our lives at the same time.
But true masculinity, I’m learning, lives in the balance. Emotional depth supported by structure. Softness held by strength.
Sometimes, all it takes is being seen and witnessed by other men without judgment. That alone can save lives.
Men are starving for true connection and real change. Thank you for those men out there showing up and doing this work. Posting a few photos from men’s gatherings over the years as a reminder of the importance for safe spaces for men.
8/365
