From Hana with Love

It was something we never thought we could do (which has made it all the more powerful).

When our founder, Diana, tried to make it to Hana, Hawaii back in February she had to turn around at the halfway point after suffering from severe motion sickness.

Even though she was feeling a strong unexplainable pull to get there, she surrendered to her body and said to her husband “there’s probably nothing there I had to see anyway” (she was wrong).

A few days later while flipping through photos on Instagram she was e-introduced to our Tiny Devotions Ambassador Eliza Darling (who she then discovered lived in Hana).

Eliza embodies the spirit of Tiny Devotions. She is a beautiful yogini filled to the brim with energy, truth, strength and magic.

Diana instantly knew that this was the missing Hana piece and regret started to set in that she hadn’t made it.

Then the idea came to bring Hana to our Tiny Devotions community. It was partly selfish (we wanted to experience the free spirited, raw, and gorgeous life of untouched Hana ourselves). But it was so necessary for us. Anything you can’t do, is usually something you must do. We made some calls, pulled some lei’s and we got the breathtaking, awe inspiring photos to prove it.

If there is still a modern day bohemia it’s Hana, Hawaii and we are so thankful that Quincy, Eliza, Iris, Jess could bring it to us (and you)…

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Confessions from a Boho Fashionista: Be with the ocean.

coastofkaiShe told us to be with the ocean.

“Your breath is the ocean,” she said, as we lay heavy on our backs in that first yoga class.

“Listen to your the breath. Hear the breath around you. Notice the waves pressing back and pulling in, like the tide does.”

She told us we’d never get lost as long as we could get back to our ocean breath.

She was from the coast of Kauai, and the golden tips of her hair fell way low, down past the wings of her shoulders. I met her for the first time that day in yoga when I was just 18. She was visiting our beach town in the summer to see friends from college and teach yoga classes.

Late in the afternoon I’d sit on my parent’s patio and watch pinks and blues dance around the sun as it set.  You could find her there when the sun was setting like this, sneaking down to the water’s edge to pop off her moccasins and practice yoga barefoot on the rocks. She’d close her eyes and match her breath to the rhythm of the water. I’d watch her mystified, and something about her came alive like the ocean did, in a way I’d never seen before.

It’s been years and I haven’t seen that Hawaiian goddess for summer upon summer.  But something magical about her words has stayed and still whispers to me like a bohemian song I’ve known forever.

“Be with the ocean,” she told us.

Kai-Mala-Tiny-Devotions-Mala-Beads_largeIn times when I’ve felt super stuck—and when there’s only been a tiny glow at the end of the road, I go back that mantra. When I need to ground myself, touch base, be ‘in it’, I listen for it.  Whenever I need to really feel alive, I put on my Coast of Kai Mala, and feel the tide.

So go boho beauties and be with the ocean, it lives in you.

Peace, Love and Magic from Bohemia xx