Surf meets Southwest

03/06/2026

Every home has a keeper of stories.

For years, Bob has quietly watched over mine.

Today he gets one last clean before beginning the journey south to Tasmania.

Off we go to have ourselves a little adventure 🤭🐻🩵

25/05/2026

Last night I wrote something I needed to hear myself.

It’s about standing between doubt and certainty.

About selling a home.
About following a mountain.
About knowing and not knowing at exactly the same time.

I’ve discovered that courage isn’t the absence of uncertainty.

Sometimes it’s simply taking the next step while carrying both.

If you’d like to read it, I’ve shared it on the journal.

✨ When Doubt and Certainty Live in the Same Breath

You’ll find it under the link on my profile xx

24/05/2026

28/04/2026

There’s a place my mind always returns to.

In the soft gold of early light, somewhere between memory and becoming, where the horses stood quietly and the world still knew how to be still.

Wild Remembering was born there.

From paddocks and silence, from old fences and dust, from the things we carry long after we leave them.

Some memories never really leave the places they were born.

They wait for us in the wind, in the trees, in the quiet moments when life slows enough for us to hear them again.

This book is for those places.
And for the parts of ourselves still waiting there.

Teena xx

31/03/2026

There’s something about old pieces…
The way they’ve already been held, worn, lived with.�Edges softened. Stories carried quietly in the details.
These buckles aren’t perfect and that’s exactly why they feel the way they do.
A little worn. A little wild.�Still standing.
✺ Cowgirl Relics — Buckles now live online

16/03/2026

Because the world’s first language was silence…

This little book grew from paddocks, wind, and the quiet spaces in between moments.

- From Wild Remembering 🪶