I find myself in such a state of peace.
In being connected to myself.
In truly being empowered by the work that I am committed to.
In the presence of my daughter, and a reconnection that feels to be occurring.
In where I live, for all that it is.
In the moments that have brought about challenges to then become affirmations.
In the community, I am beyond honored to call mine.
In this very loud, present, expansive sensation of beginning again.
These time capsules, I took last summer.
In the mountains, I call home.
With a family, I call my family.
In an environment, that feels so alive.
With a family that embodies community, love, collaboration, unification.
There are so many moments, over the past year that I’ve documented with one of my favorite creative tools, that of my camera, of which have never surfaced outside of that of experience, exchange and delivering of the photos.
Because there’s this itch, this voice, this grip on things needing to be shared in perfect timing.
Truth is, this is an old belief.
Truth is, this is limiting.
What does perfect timing even mean?
For me, in this moment of life, all I can feel is intuition and divine guidance.
Intuition and dive timing.
Intuition and divine intervention.
With this, the time is now.
Yes, we’re still sitting with who knows how many feet of snow all around after nearly a month of snow storms.
Yes, the mountains haven’t begin to blossom into spring.
Yes, summer is still a ways away.
Yes, the time is now.
These encapsulations are joy.
And that, that is what radiates in this moment.
That, that is what makes me know its time to share.
As all are present, then and now.