women’s breast massage training, virginia
layers of healing with the most incredible women I now call friends, held by the steward of such sacred work and the land itself.
where ideas take shape, tanawha trail
creativity in the company of friends is often where my best work takes place. the curiosity, wonderment, and silliness that comes from that level of comfort, while being seen in a way that feels rare, and worth holding on to.
poem by mary oliver
mysteries, yes. truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. how gras can be nourishing in the mouths of lambs. how rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of dising. how two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. how people come, from delight or the scars of damange, or the comfort of a poem. let me keep company always with those who say “look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.
seafood ceviche & sweaters in july
my travels to the oregon coast were a mix of planning and serendipity. I met up with a friend in seattle and together we drove down the coast in her vw vanagon. this trip also marks my first time ever experiencing a camp fire on the beach. we built it just in time to watch the sun set with haystack rock showing off in the background.
winter wonderland
rarely does it snow in my neck of the woods, but when it does, we play. there’s a kind of purity to snowfall, an excitement in bundling up and stepping outside to a world that feels softened and brand new. the untouched blanket of white always makes me pause, that brief hesitation before making the first set of tracks, and then the pure joy of giving in to it. snow feels gentle and wild at the same time, quiet and honest. it’s a reminder of the fragility of life and how quickly everything can shift. it doesn’t ask for performance, it just shows you what is, and somehow that makes it feel even more sacred.
colombia in color
Film frames from busy corners and quiet pauses—textures, color, and the sweetness of getting lost on purpose.
the stone people’s lodge
a Native American ceremony meant to acknowledge all that has come before us and all that exists around us, giving us a space to pray and offer gratitude. we enter the sweat with the help of the stone people, and in that heat we’re not only sweating, we’re shedding, opening, praying, and honoring. there’s an honesty that rises when we strip ourselves of comfort; we start to see what truly matters, what’s been holding us back, what needs healing.
love valley
a one-of-a-kind, western-themed town tucked into the foothills of North Carolina’s Brushy Mountains, Love Valley is famous for prohibiting cars on its main street, asking you to slow down and travel by foot or horseback instead. with a saloon, a general store, and a rich history woven into every corner, it feels like stepping into another time.
