Trevor T’úýtemken Ellestad

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Trevor T’úýtemken Ellestad

Herbalist, Aromatherapist, Writer, Horticulturalist, Publicist

04/08/2022

My love is lifelong love. It’s a mosquito bitten love and a long northern sunset love. It’s a “where the hell is the water?” love and a cranky in the morning love. A single, double, queen, and king sized love, and a love made in long hallways and well-organized storage rooms.

03/05/2022

Today is a very yucky day.

02/05/2022

Hair can be a time capsule.
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And when you’re a neurodivergent sparkly fella with a penchant for uniqueness, you tend to change your hair often. So here we are again, freshly shaven… and 40 years old.
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In March 2020 (shall she forever Rest In Peace), I decided to stop cutting my hair until things went back to “normal”. Little did I know my hair would have to grow past my shoulders before normalcy felt within reach.
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I’ve always believed hair is a place where memory, emotion, and magic are stored. Whether it’s the 7 years of hair (ahem… dreadlocks) that I wore (ahem… appropriated) in my late teens, or the wavy locks I cut off this week, removing hair has always been a conscious transition beyond beauty.
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Let’s get clear. I’ve been stuck in the muck since 2020. While friends and colleagues adapted with ease to working from home, straddling their pelotons and healthy new habits, I felt like I was peddling backwards.
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Maybe “we’re all in this together” didn’t include those of us already struggling - those masking and mimicking, with well-calculated rhythms and routines built over a lifetime. Resilience may be a dish I’m privileged enough to know how to prepare, but maybe I just happen to like the taste of chaos better.
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But even chaos can become bland and boring… perhaps even “normal”. So turning 40 became this opportunity to shift, to take a moment to just cut away the bulls$$t. To ground myself once again in the strength and resilience that was there all along.
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Distraction. Inattention. Even a willingness toward change can be as much our superpower as the change itself. Because in time, even the slowest of us will shift our positions and Trevor, my friend… chop, chop… it’s time to start growing again.
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23/10/2021

Today, I’m especially bothered by gendered marketing and the impact it’s had on my life. How I never got to feel whole because a marketer somewhere decided to systematically follow the norms rather than rocking the boat. SEO be damned. I may be wearing black today, but my inner child is rocking tassels and sparkles while they spin… smiling like they’ve never smiled before.
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17/09/2021

It’s been a long journey to get here… but after over 2 years, I’m so excited for this launch.

More than ever before, people are looking for simple, effective ways to create a healthier mind, body, and home. At Saje, we have always believed that natural skincare is one of the easiest ways to do this. Since launching in 1992 and creating our first 100% natural skincare products, awareness of the benefits of natural beauty has grown tremendously, which has allowed us to continue to innovate on what we offer our community.

Today we launch 14 new skincare products, which our team of expert formulators spent two years diving deep into new science and research while testing over 300 plant and mineral-based ingredients. The result is this beautiful and inclusive line of skincare products that are completely natural and powerfully potent, developed to address any skincare concern someone is facing, no matter who they are, or what stage of life they are in.
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26/12/2020

My favorite holiday memories are of the times I got to be silly with my family, to play games, and to laugh. We had strong traditions around sharing music and stories, as well as creating our gifts rather than buying them. Minimal waste was a lesson we learned early too, so I’ve always appreciated doing things for one another at the holidays that don’t involve spending a lot of money.

Every year we all wrapped our gifts in reused fabric bags that my grandmother was always churning out, some dating back decades… they resembled large eccentric pillow cases with two or more squares of mis-matched fabric sewn together with some sort of draw cord to keep little fingers from poking, and little eyes from peeking inside.

You could also always expect grandma to have knitted you something extra special – often a sweater, jacket, or pair of mitts. And without fail a large bag of mis-matched or especially gaudy (but fabulous) knitted goodies like slippers and mitts would come out at some point. Each item in this bag not quite making the cut in grandma’s rigorous quality assurance program or special sustainability projects created combining the last inches of every ball of yarn she bought… each of us vying to find something that fit them.

Very little was ever wasted then; lessons passed down, and never forgotten through traditions, stories, and kick-ass knitted Disney sweaters.
❤️ @ Red Deer, Alberta

05/10/2020

Gathered the seeds in the garden this afternoon before the rains hits us again. Tends to keep things a little easier when they aren’t soaked. Even though we don’t get monarch butterflies in this neck of the woods too often, milkweed, which belongs to the genus is a valuable food plant for many pollinators.
After blooming, green seed pods, approximately 12 cm (4 3⁄4 in) long, are produced that when ripe, split open. They then release light to dark brown, flat seeds that are attached to silver-white silky-hairs ideal for catching the wind. This is a natural mechanism for seed dispersal. These silky hairs were used by the Japanese in to fill life jackets, when other ingredients were low in supply.
@ Coquitlam, British Columbia

19/09/2020

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18/09/2020

I often used to say to my husband that, with global warming and the crazy effed world we lived in, we may someday not be able to travel as much as we did. Except it came so much sooner than I expected, didn’t it?
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I know the world will return to some sort of normal, but it’s hard to believe just how quickly “normal” became this...
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I still flip between appreciating just how simple our lives are now and how we, as a society manage to change... when we really have to. Simple yes, but so strangely chaotic. If we all share something now, it’s that we all know the sort of chaos that comes from staring at the same set of walls everyday. This somehow now-normal chaos of us.
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I’m admitting now that I’ve never been so worried about the seasons changing. Like some gawd awful Sunday scaries before the longest week of our lives - fall and winter just lurking there on the horizon. Oh gawd, here we are friends.
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And yet, before we know it... we may once again be sitting in foreign countries looking up at dormant volcanoes, forgetting about just how lucky we are...
⁣.. to be familiar with airports.. to know the smell of street food.. to know the crashing of so many oceans.. and so many sandy beaches.. and so many bodies and voices, not paused and broken.. not interrupted
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We can only hope that this season will allow us to hold back just a little bit longer, waiting for spring.

15/09/2020

The very first plant that I had a spiritual connection with while training to become an herbalist and the smudge we burned to consecrate our marriage, Coastal Mugwort (Artemisia suksdorfii) is a North American species of sagebrush in the sunflower family. Also known by other common names like coastal wormwood, and Suksdorf sagewort, this stately plant is pure wonder - and an incredible partner to those interested in experimenting with dream medicine.
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Many sagewort plants are known to have an impact on our dreams, promoting lucidity, connection, and spiritual deepness while we sleep.
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