Walking the Path with Love, Grace and Empathy.

I feel I need to start this post with a disclaimer, to let you know that I know full well, with wide open eyes that I AM NOT PERFECT, nor do I want to be, or strive to be.
For many, many years I lived with a glass half full. Just an average soul, going through the motions and emotions of daily life. I can remember, as a young child the struggle and the pang of hurt that was always present within me. I was the child who wore her heart on her sleeve, the sensitive one, the child that felt forced into corners who never really was “allowed” to let her light shine. That light, became a shadow, the fire within my young soul wanted to rage and burn, but at each and every glimmer of hope the light was met by a right way and a consequence.
When we experience our own demise, it leaves one with one of a most vast, open, expansive and all encompassing view of life’s fragile state. We are all walking upon the ice, and there are those of us who cannot help get caught up in the noise.
It was not that long ago that I began to open to the possibility of beginning to heal the soul the little girl that resides within me. Through the gift and power of photography, I began a journey, seeking out and capturing women within my immediate community (with hopes to reach out of my community and comfort zone). This photographic project, that doesn’t quite have a permanent name as of yet…begins a healing process through connection, sharing stories, vulnerabilities, common and uncommon ground as wild women, ancient, beautiful wild women.
“The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude,
running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and
incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.”
~Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype