04/08/2026
Group retreats and workshops have always been my edge. I tend to shrink. To quietly find a corner. To observe from the sidelines.
When I was asked to fly to Mallorca to capture this retreat, I wondered if I’d belong. If I’d find my place. If these women would truly see me… and if they’d like what they saw.
Thankfully, I had my camera. It gave me somewhere to hide.
But somewhere among the shared meals, the quiet rituals, the movement, the tears, the laughter, the heart musings, and the conversations that stretched long after sunset, something softened.
The armour I’d spent so long wearing was falling away, and underneath it, I found what I’d subconsciously been longing for: To be witnessed. To be seen without needing to perform. To remember that who I am is enough.
As the one behind the camera, I’m usually the observer, and the holder of everyone else’s stories. This time, I stepped in from the edges and allowed myself to be witnessed too.
These photographs are more than moments captured. They are little reminders of what becomes possible when women choose to gather with open hearts. When softness is welcomed, vulnerability is met with compassion, and every woman is free to arrive exactly as she is.
I truly believe the world heals in circles.
Around dinner tables.
Around fires.
Around tears.
Around women who choose to witness one another.
Thank you, Sally & Lisa, for calling me to Mallorca, and for holding such beautiful space for all of us to remember what it feels like to be truly alive again ❤️‍🔥
