Three generations met beside a waterfall
While the chimes and songbirds serenaded
Under an endless Texas sky
Michelle // River Story
Sunrise. 34 degrees. The moon still hanging heavy in the sky.
Monica / A River Story
We brought three umbrellas but in the first five seconds two of them turned inside out and bent sideways.
I asked her earlier in the day if she wanted to reschedule.
"It's time," is what she wrote back.
The rain came down sideways, the winds whipped the water hard. And there she was.
Luminous and laughing in the middle of the storm.
And then it stopped. Stillness.
It couldn't have been more perfect.
Kaitlin + Eric / A River (Love) Story
Gabriela / A River Story
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.
