Rebirth
I break through an explosion of gratitude, with a dangerous desire to live. Temperature drops expectations to zero, transforming ashes of poison into cosmic medicine.
Moon light washes my face gently as wild noises serenade. From star to star, I connect my freckles; allowing myself to map new constellations.
It feels good to come back to my body; to be home. My heart rate rises, pumping blood into my flesh and beliefs. Spirit is raw, whole and electric.
Every cell of my body opens to the warmth of possibility and splashes fertile water. Intense intentions move me through the mystery of a renaissance.
A contemporary language emerges, dripping love from my lips like saliva. Beauty and pleasure echo strongly, creating space.
I free the voice. I speak change. The Moon smiles.
She becomes the center of all my constellations, bursting peace. The past no longer nurtures the now.
Surrounded by night blooming yellow roses, moaning animals, and sweet dreams, a baby is born.
Ridding a song
It’s in silence where it all begins. I gaze at the horse’s eye as a route to connection.
Aware of the space between his pupil and mine, we acknowledge our unique forms. This is how we create a bridge.
With burning stillness, he invites me to jump on his back. My fingers pirouette in his glossy mane leading me to hold the reins. My hips arrive like a compass finding my position.
His breath breaks the silence and I listen. A word comes from my mouth: Gracias.
From different perspectives, we look at the same horizon line while trust becomes the vanishing point that aligns our rhythms.
Tuned into heart space, a song is about to play.
The buffer zone
Precious space between my refuge and my edge. It expands my comfort zone through working with my limits. It requires me to get really intimate with my inner landscape.
Sweet Water
Naked,
and saying YES to life,
I receive myself.
I’m daydreaming at a river
sharing space with little fishes,
communicating with the sun,
celebrating with the wind.
Liberation feeds my hunger;
ecstasy pleases my thirst.
Desire comes with courage
and I surrender to my heart.
I go deeper in the water
finding healing in the unknown,
creating meaning as I explore,
and capturing treasures.
As I connect with my sisters,
I feel magic in my hips.
Inspired by their journeys,
I dive in my next dream.
Letter to you
Beauty needs a space to grow and stretch. Beauty wants to trust the soil and enjoy the water. Beauty has opinions, memory and love.
It’s strong because it embodies generations of hearts. It’s brave because it clings to feeling alive.
Expanding its roots, it’s found within and around. Beauty changes every second; and when it stops time, it becomes infinite.
In a heartbeat, Beauty blooms. It dances with all beings because it belongs to many landscapes. It’s a gift to unbox. Beauty likes to explore.
With open arms, I welcome every fantasy of your Beauty. As your photographer, I can’t wait to witness the magic it sparks.
I’m here
For a while, my innocence has been trapped and framed on a wall; waiting to be seen, wanting to be loved, dying to be held.