I am often referred to as a free spirit, by both strangers and those who know me well, but never really understood exactly what I did to obtain this particular label. Is it because I'm not married with children and never plan to be? Is it because I have no desire to conform to a lifestyle considered the norm in our society? Does it have something to do with the way I walk and talk and move to a rhythm only I can hear? Or is it because I like to dance alone (and often) without a partner leading the way? Perhaps, my love for travel and nature and yoga and expression and truth has formed others' perceptions of me.
There was a time when I wasn't so sure I wanted to be a free spirit. Being completely free means leaving behind the people and ideas that do not allow the full expression of our heart and soul. Being free also means stepping out into the world and facing our fears without any guarantee our efforts will win us favor or friends. Not only does this feel risky, but it undoubtedly leads to moments of isolation.
As scary as it may seem, I've always loved being alone and it just so happens the most insightful moments of my life have transpired when I'm unaccompanied by another. Alone, I feel empowered and liberated and genuinely compassionate (for myself and others) and sometimes even sad; but never lonely. Deliberate solitude is essential to an honest life and healthy relationships. For me, freedom to speak the truth and paint my life with the colors and shades of my choosing is most important. My path has been crooked, unexpected, surprising, full of lessons and most of all, adventurous. Not adventurous in an adrenaline-junkie kind of way, but in an I-want-to-experience-every-emotion-inside-of-me-without-holding-back-my-love-for-life kind of way.
The one thing I've always dreamed of for myself in this lifetime is FREEDOM. Freedom to completely express my true being, wildly, lovingly, passionately, intentionally and unapologetically. I am beyond ecstatic to call myself a free spirit and have instinctively adopted a very nomadic existence over the past couple of years that led to extensive discovery, growth, connection and love.
Last month, my gypsy soul landed in San Diego and I intend on making it my home. This is where my soul tribe resides and where I choose to hang my hat (for now). What I've learned during my two year excursion around the country is that it is not about where we are geographically that matters. It's about the love we let into our hearts, what we do with the precious moments we're given and how truthfully we live our lives.
Constantly craving something delicious and nutritious no matter where I go, I made these Vagabond Vitality Bites this weekend in one of my most favorite kitchens in San Diego with one of the dearest friends ever to cross my path. They nourish my heart and I hope they will inspire freedom in yours.
Vagabond Vitality Bites
(makes 12 cookies)
1 cup shredded coconut (unsweetened)
1/2 cup unsweetened sunflower seed butter or almond butter
1/4 cup raw coconut sugar
3 tbs. raw coconut oil, liquified
1/4 cup raw cacao nibs
1. Place all ingredients in a bowl and stir until well combined.
2. Place spoonfuls of the mixture onto a parchment paper lined (prevents the cookies from sticking to the pan) cookie sheet.
2. Place in fridge until the vitality bites become hard.
3. Store in fridge in sealed container up to two weeks.