Last week, as I was photographing Anjelica, and she was tracing the outline of her cancer scar on her goosebump covered skin, I heard a voice whisper a truth into my bones, literally from out of nowhere, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head, since.
This is the work of resiliency.
I used to think it was all about hope, but mine is not a tribe of people wishing and waiting and hoping for things to change. No. Now I realize that the women who gather at the rivers are the ones who make it through to the other side. The warrior witnesses. The ones who who walk the walk and keep on going even when, especially when, hope is nowhere to be found.
River Story sessions are a celebration of survival. Theirs, and mine.