After I leave the waters with the women, I race home and edit while the ends of my hair are still dripping. The stories are begging to be birthed.
It’s beautiful and exhilarating. I truly dive in and don’t come up for air until the voice that decides when things are done, whispers in my ear.
But with Gaby, it has been totally different.
With her story, the message I hear isn’t one of urgency; it’s, “Slow down. Listen. Really listen. Give it time.”
This isn’t her complete story. Not even close. Like the tides, her images will arrive in waves, and I’ve totally embraced and surrendered to the process.
Tonight, these are the images that asked to be released (even a few that have already been shared). And so, I listen.
Unnoticed and still very close to the ground, a message is rising into consciousness.
It is growing… women are getting the message:
“Gather the women. Save the world.”
~Jean Shinoda Bolen
It was freezing cold the day I first met them in NYC. Things were so unsure. Pippa had just had surgery to remove cancer from her bones, and they were waiting to hear…
Today, two days before a birthday they weren’t sure they would see together and nine months after that winter meeting, we met again in a sacred circle of water in Miami, and celebrated.
I don’t know about the world, but I know with each gathering in the magical waters, I am saved. I am complete.
flower crowns by Anthology Floristry & Event Design
