I created this space to share with you pieces of my world from cooking to nesting to wanderlusting. 

My recipes come from what I am craving and how Paul and I enjoy to eat. We really do eat everything I make, except maybe all of the baking some of that I have to take to friends & family for obvious reasons. And my ramblings well they are my personal journey though life, stories, lessons, & the odd (but important enough to write) rant. They are meant to be rustic, imperfect & used in their entirety or as a guideline for you to create your own kitchen magic . I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. 

The facts…

who: Lyndsey Paige Eden…most of my friends call me Lynds or Lynn (I hate that, only reserved for my bestie who seems to get away with anything)

what: a freelance natural light photographer, story teller, recipe creator, stylist and blogger

where: Victoria, BC / Canada

why: I lost my Dad to cancer in 2011 and since then I made a vow to him that has driven me to live the life I am now living, a life with true presence, ease, love, laughter and happiness. I live for the artistry in the mundane, the extraordinary in simplicity and the imperfect in perfect. I capture the journey of life and its beautiful, delicious, wild and free moments to be shared and explored and made into candlelit farm style dinners, to be eaten outside under the stars and the mystically magical universe that is the one we live in.

how: farm-to-table style meals, organic whole foods, local grass-fed meat, baking from scratch; rustic still life photography through my eyes, wildflowers and roses,  orchards and wooden ladders, white walls and coloured foregrounds, the beauty in the non-existence.

style: I like pretty and beauty, charm and grace, new and old, vintage and rustic, glamour and elegance, whitewashed and chic. Distressed wood, marble, concrete, steel, and linen make me really happy. The unpolished is my muse.

inspiration: market wanders, natures archways, wildflowers, travels, sunsets, warm tea, countryside stands, still life, cookbooks, settling into the mundane, living the life of simplicity and ease.

mind, body, soul: meditation and reading, yoga and running and nature and cudding. Being one with whatever my surroundings may be.

my reason: Paul aka my hubby and taste tester/approver, Solomon aka big-man our rottie (also a taste tester, but really I am not too sure on his judgement has he has been known to eat things I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole) and Chai aka little-man our kitty (he hates me but that is a whole other story, I love him dearly, probably too much). Forever my loves and sound mind.

kitchen soundtrack: St. Germaine & Jazz melodies

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The story…

My name is Lyndsey, born in Alberta, Canada. I have a deep love for the countryside, my most fond and favourite memories are the time I spent growing up on my grandparents farm, gopher hunting and pea picking with my Grandpa and potato washing and pie baking with my Grandma.  Needless to say my dream is a small A-frame cottage on some land, tucked away on a side road, with a gas stove, wood fireplace, French doors, a herb & veggie patch, brick and mortar walls, wooden beams, a claw foot tub to soak into after a long afternoon in the kitchen and tall trees with a small orchard…on the west coast.

As much Albertan that is in me, a whole lot more west coast streams through. My family moved to BC when I was 10 so over my 30 years I have spent double my time here in the most picturesque of land. My love for the ocean and tall trees grows more each day and I couldn’t picture myself living anywhere else. This is home, home sweet home. Plus there was a boy here and love changes all perspectives, it opens your eyes and if here wasn’t home he most definitely is. He has made my heart a home and our home a heart.

I get my love for the kitchen from a lot of people, my Mom, my Dad, my Grandma my Aunts…I have had some pretty phenomenal influences that helped bring the love for food out in me. My Grandma was always beyond and above her time, style wise and cooking wise. She was stunning, absolutely gorgeous in her ever changing hats and peep toe kitten heels. Cooking Chinese food before it was even a takeout thing, baking cinnamon rolls, loafs of bread and buns that made the old farm house smell for miles. My Dad was the king of cultural influences; he loved spices and was always making us dinners from all over the world, from Thailand to Africa to India to Japan. My Mom took after my Grandma in the baking department she can whip up a cake or the most divine loaf of pesto bread, warm and smeared with butter is my favourite.

So I was very lucky and if cooking wasn’t an innate skill in me I might start to wonder where I went wrong being surrounded by such culinarians. I am not a recipe follower, unless it is baking, even then I sometimes fidget here and there. My recipes here are meant to be a gateway for your taste buds, not taken too seriously or religiously, if you want to add more thyme or less cumin by all means make it your own that is all I truly wish.  

My food philosophy is pretty simple, seasonal, wholesome, real, and natural, from local farms as much as possible. The one area I don’t budge in is meat (and eggs); it must be local, hormone free, grass-fed small farm like raised. We have an amazing butcher around the corner from our house who simply has the most divine meats around. Lucky doesn’t cut it, that pun might have been intended (I also got my corny sense of humour from my Dad and my sarcastic wit from my Mom, it’s that kind of combo).

During Farmer’s Market season I am there every Saturday, filling my basket with an abundant of fresh veggies, herbs, wildflowers, honey, and berries. In the off season some of my favourite road side stands stay open, otherwise I shop at the smaller local community oriented farm style grocery markets. Again I am very lucky for where I live and the seasonal goods that are produced. Makes my time in the kitchen that much easier and inspiration for dishes flows from one season to the next.

My life changed in 2011 when my Dad much too suddenly was diagnosed with stage four cancer, passing away within two weeks, you can read a more in depth story here. It rocked and changed my world forever. And although his loss was 10,000 bricks landing on my heart, I grew and changed, I saw and became and started to go down a path towards becoming the woman I am today. I realized just how short life really is and how much I wanted to live through my dreams and not as much my reality. So here we are; I started this space online to share my story, which has evolved since the beginning and become so much more than a dream.

I have always had these dreams that take me far and wide; they expand and open me up to all these unseen places that are usually quite unrealistic for my talents. Yoga teacher, gym owner, psychologist, health coach, you name it I have thought of it. I think mostly because I have always been searching for my one true calling, the thing that lights me up and is my natural state. This.

I recently realized what the innate creativity inside of me meant and where I truly shine. I like styling and food and design and photography.

My creativity shines in those elements; they are where my heart is completely content. When I am behind a lens in front of a styled recipe or room I have serious butterflies and pixie’sque dust floating in the air around me. It is comfort and ease, and intrinsically, back to it, “who I am” at the core.

That is what this space is about finding yourself, taking different paths and adventures until you land on the spot that brings out that light inside of you. If I learned one thing from my Dad’s passing it is this: life is short and unfair and argumentative and messy and confusing. But is also absolutely beautiful and surprising {in all the good ways} and clean bed sheets and lemon filled vases and sun drenched living rooms. I am grateful for everything that has and hasn’t happened, for the choices and mistakes I have made for they have all lead me to this place that I am in now, the present moment. A place in this vast universe that is ours, that is the only place we truly have to live from, presence.

The divine in me wants to share all of these aspects of life with you photography, love, cooking, wildflower arranging, unpretentious design and home. In this space that is what you will get, gatherings of simple moments, seasonal cooking, raw images, workshops, worldly travels, and a really slow way of living in the most mindful of present ways. In the now, the here and the now.

I am a nester at heart, my home is my all and it is where you will find me when I am not behind the lens, roaming a farmers market in search of inspiration, styling a pallet, writing a story to share with you walking one of the abundant amounts of west coast trails I am so gratefully surround by. I nest at home, I nest through my work and I nest when I travel; which I truly believe is the best way to travel, get to know the locals you won’t regret it and the stories you will come home with will fill your journal for years to come.

My day always includes some time at home, curled up reading, sipping tea, watching a movie, cuddling the boys, moving my body through some form (usually yoga or running or hiking, actually only those forms) and of course a kitchen escapade.

My Dad’s passing has also taught me to appreciate the little things, the moments in life that pass you by without a wink. I strive to see the winks, to see the minute in all my surroundings whether it be in the pie pastry I so lovingly knead with my hands, the flower petal I so precisely place on top of the cake, or the way my body feels in certain yoga poses, I choose to see depth and prose and gratitude. I feel the texture, I breathe in a little longer and a little deeper the scents, I let the taste slip down my throat ever so gracefully, experiencing everything to its fullest. That is my wish for you as well, mindful lives for all.



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