Rewilding

Birth is an initiation, and pregnancy is the beginning of this rite of passage. As a Seattle motherhood photographer, I document women during this becoming.

The First Shamans Were Birthing Women: On birth as initiation, the descent of labor, and the woman who crosses between worlds to bring back a soul

There is a moment in a birthing room that everyone in it recognizes and almost no one names. The woman who was speaking a moment ago has stopped. Her eyes have gone somewhere the rest of us cannot follow, unfocused and turned inward, fixed on a horizon that isn’t in the room. The people who […]

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Pregnant woman standing in her greenhouse and gather herbs before the harvest festival of Lughnasadh.

The First Harvest: Lughnasadh, the Ripening Woman, and the Sacred Work of Reaping What You Have Grown

There is a moment in high summer, usually somewhere in the long golden hours of late July, when the year seems to hold its breath. The light is still generous and the days are still warm, yet if you walk out into a field or a garden or even a stretch of roadside gone to

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There's a word for the seismic identity shift of becoming a mother: matrescence. On the grief, the love, the becoming, and being seen in the middle of it.

Matrescence: The Becoming No One Named for You

There is a moment, somewhere in the early weeks or months of motherhood, when a woman catches sight of herself in the mirror and does not entirely recognize the person looking back. The face is familiar enough, more tired perhaps, softer or sharper than before, but something behind the eyes has shifted in a way

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Women are not meant to be the same every day. They are cyclical beings like the crescent moon against the night sky in this image, thus they embody cyclical living.

She Was Never Meant to Be the Same Every Day: Cyclical Living and the Rewilding of a Woman’s Time

There is a particular kind of self-judgment that haunts a great many women, and it almost always wears the language of failure. You were focused and tireless last week, moving through your work and your mothering and your life with an ease, and now, a handful of days later, that woman seems to have vanished.

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Woman walking through the forest in a deep red dress during an empowering rewilding session that channels the wild woman and dark mother within.

The Descent to the Dark Mother: Reclaiming the Lost Pieces of Yourself Through Myth, Memory, and the Wild Feminine

There is a particular kind of unraveling that comes for most women at least once in a life, and often more than once. It rarely announces itself. It arrives instead as a slow loss of color, a restlessness that good news cannot soothe, a grief with no obvious cause. You are doing everything you were

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A woman crouching down in a mossy forest exploring something in the Earth during a Wild Woman archetypal photography session near Seattle.

The Wild Woman Archetype: Beyond the Wolves and Instagram Quotes

If you spend any amount of time in spaces devoted to feminine embodiment, spirituality, or personal growth, it will not be long before you encounter the Wild Woman. She appears in books, workshops, social media posts, and countless inspirational quotes layered over photographs of forests, wolves, and women standing barefoot beneath the moon. She is

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