The path is the journey.
And willingness to sit and ponder what you find along the way.
Welcome, I'm Savannah.
This is where I write about whatever I discover on my journey through this human experience. From Shakespeare to shadow work, mycelium and AI, and everything in between.
Exploring the vast expanse within and without.
I also run Pathwright Partners, where I help small businesses find their way.
Some questions are better held together.
Beyond writing, I also create spaces for shared conversations and community with other humans on this journey.
See what's gathering →What's been with me.
- Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlansky
- the summer energy winding down
- Wonderful Nothing by Glass Animals
- lots of iced coffee with rosemary syrup
- why it is so hard to learn how to love ourselves
- the infinite interconnectedness of life
The forest.
Wander through quotes, books, ideas, and words that have taken root in my world.
“You don't listen to a piece of music to reach the end. You listen to enjoy the great unfolding.”
Perspicacity
The ability to see beyond the surface level of things. Keenness of vision and insight. To look through.
A Thousand Mornings
I always appreciate how her poetry inspires me to slow down and observe life, even the humblest of sights is a miracle of existence.
pronoia — Opposite of paranoia. Suspicion that universe is secretly conspiring to help you. Doesn't matter if true; believing it makes it work.
The Red Shoes
"And so dance, and dance and dance, she did. Over highest hills and through the valleys, in the rain and in the snow and in the sunlight, she danced...But it was not good dancing. It was terrible dancing, and there was no rest for her." - The Red Shoes, from Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes In...
Feeling the Mystery
Reflections on My Meditation Retreat Experience Taken at the retreat center, in a bamboo grove on the property Last month I attended an “Awakening Through the Body” meditation retreat hosted by Dharma Gates in West Virginia. In complete honesty, I had no idea what I was signing up for. I’ve learned to follow my...
Sing
Sing of the shattering—
the shadowed abyss of despair.
Sing of endless hungry nights
snatching soul-deep. Sing
of the chasm where
hope once lived,