Paula Simons Photography & Art

Paula Simons Photography & Art Divine Feminine Photography. Guiding women to the remembrance and embodiment of the Divine Feminine

Ceremonies of the cycles,A gift to the heart.The seasons promises,Turned into art.Moving energy with intention,Breath ci...
30/10/2022

Ceremonies of the cycles,
A gift to the heart.
The seasons promises,
Turned into art.

Moving energy with intention,
Breath circulating the wild.
In flowmotion,
Her whispering embrace;
“Sing, my child.”

Flowers turned into potions,
A surrender to the sacred.
A deep release,
We navigate through the motions.

Messeges from silent voices,
An honoring of the physical.
A journey into new directions,
Vibration makes continuum,
A choice of love,
Dancing in the cyclical.

Muse: .grijalva .ritual


The deafening sound of the waves,Drowns out the sound of any obsessive thoughts in my brain.Life is not about yesterday,...
26/08/2022

The deafening sound of the waves,
Drowns out the sound of any obsessive thoughts in my brain.
Life is not about yesterday,
It’s about how you move and create in present day.
Blue butteflies affirming powerful thoughts,
You must be that which you wish to attract,
Run by fear, or by love,
Observe who’s calling the shots.
In each moment you have a choice,
To show up for the dream,
Or keep circling around what has already been.
You must create fertile soil for you to bloom,
Water the flowers, prune the tree, move your body, listen to your womb.
Silence your mind in meditation,
Do your practice, journal, dance and repeat your affirmations.
Opt for peaceful surroundings,
Without distractions,
Where you can hear your own thoughts,
Where you can let your heart start to sing.
This is your creation.
No matter if they are songs of sorrows,
Or bright melodies,
The importance is a space to listen,
To the little and the big things.
A call for inspiration,
From the clouds in the sky,
To your wisdom within.
You create the invitation.


Muse:

Meditate,In and out of conscious states.Through silence we align,Traveling timelines. Creating new realities,Birthing ne...
13/07/2022

Meditate,
In and out of conscious states.
Through silence we align,
Traveling timelines.
Creating new realities,
Birthing new paradigms.
Shedding thought patterns of survival,
Moving into thrival.
It starts with a choice,
A choice to rejoice.
Seeing all the good,
Choosing to show up for you.
Only you can change your mind,
To clarity from misunderstood.
Knowing your tools,
Letting your higher self rule.
Even when your ego & addictions are kicking and screaming,
You’re persistant, you push through,
Look inside for answers,
Your inner light beaming.
Suddenly you find space,
Moving into alignment with you,
Floating with grace.
It’s not about the perfection of the journey,
It’s not about never being triggered,
Never going to a dark place.
It’s about how you learn to navigate,
Apply what you’ve learnt.
How you integrate.
Put your energy forth,
Into all that you dream.
What you dream you can create,
Feel it Done in your body as you meditate.
Dance and move your energy,
For nothing good is born in stagnancy.
And if you feel lost again,
Being human feels hard,
You don’t want to do a thing.
Then ask yourself,
When did you stop to choose joy,
To play and laugh and sing?
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Being a powerful woman doesn’t mean you have to have it all together all the time.That you can “keep up” with the men.Th...
06/07/2022

Being a powerful woman doesn’t mean you have to have it all together all the time.

That you can “keep up” with the men.

That you are hyper independant and don’t need any help.

That you’re a boss babe that makes s**t happen and never stops, because you’ve got something to prove.

Being dominant and controlling and making all the decisions.

Putting on a show of “perfectionism”, to impress.

Living in a performance based paradigm, where you’re constantly measuring your success.

Some of these traits definitely have their place, but in Balance with your feminine honey.

What makes you truly powerful as a woman,

Is how you let energy and love move through you and to you.

How you allow your storms, your rivers, your thunder, your heart feels to move you, to exist with grace.

Being able to receive help and aknowledge that yes, I have emotional needs, and I come alive when they are met and i can lean into having support.

It’s how you soften,
How you land into your worthiness.
It’s your open heart.

How you dance with the natural world. How you move with her, how you feel her, how you hear her. How you remember your perfection through her.

How you go at your own pace.
How you nurture yourself, your cycles, your emotions, your body,
So that you can nurture those around you.

It’s how you melt into a puddle of surrender to His direction.
It’s your radiance, your magnetism, your juiciness.
It’s your subtle invitation, for him to show up for you.

It’s how you lead with your creativity.
It’s your connection to the mystical.

It’s the innate knowing within your womb.
It’s the wisdom within your bones,
That your power, lies within the fluid waters of your feminine.


Muse:

Crackling through layers of psyche. It churns, it hurts, it hisses.Shattering open,Into rememberance,Of wholeness within...
01/07/2022

Crackling through layers of psyche.
It churns, it hurts, it hisses.
Shattering open,
Into rememberance,
Of wholeness within your vessel.
Resting into the worthiness,
The innate knowing,
That you have everything you need.
Letting the voice of your womb,
The whispers of the collective mother,
Guide you home.

We move through feeling.
Present for every sensation,
And the emotion they convey,
Allowing them to graciously remind you,
That all of it has its place.
You are meant to feel it all.
Every surge of energy roaring through your being in your rage.
The rumbling thunder vibrating up and down your spine.
The tear, running slowly down your cheek.
How every inch it travels, allows you to get just a little bit closer to your heart.
The great river, flowing into the waters of your ocean.
Let it override the chattering voice of your mind.

Let her move you,
Into the divine fabric of life.
This life that exists not only in you, but in the infinite field around you.
Not only in the physical, but in the subtle realms from where you receive guidance.
Not only in the timeline you see,
But in other timelines of past and future and whatever could have been.
Coexisting all at once.
Sink into the knowing,
That it’s been woven specifically for you,
To remember,
To bloom into what you came here to do.
Into what your soul came here to experience, to birth,
To heal for those who walked before you, for those who will walk after you.

And when you forget yet again,
Put your feet on her soil,
Head to the earth,
And let her move you.
Walk on the banks of her rivers,
On the sands along her seas.
Breathe in the sweet smells of her forests,
Dance with the language of her sound.
Let her breeze kiss you into rememberance,
That your limbs are her limbs,
Your heart is her heart,
Your womb is her womb.

Your are living, breathing magic.
All contained within skin and bones.
Pulsing,
Vibrating,
Receiving and transmitting,
Creating.
You are, and continue to be,
Pure love.


Muse:

I light a candle for the light in me,Cause I know she’s in there,Even when I’m lost in the dark and can barely see.The m...
08/06/2022

I light a candle for the light in me,
Cause I know she’s in there,
Even when I’m lost in the dark and can barely see.

The music brings me back,
This is how I remember.
Who I am, where I’m going,
That my song will always take me there.
I burn sage to clear the space,
Clean the energy, chase the demons away.

I wave my wand, call in my guides.
My team of spirits,
In big decisions, together we decide.
They’ve traveled with me to the underworld,
Sung melodies of protection,
So vivid I hear it,
They are always on my side.

I open my mouth, a voice comes out.
She’s loud, she’s deep, the voice of many lives.
She’s danced with many moons, moved with many tides.
She’s upset, she’s been silenced,
I’ve been fed too many lies.
I feel it in my gut, in my spine,
SHE has awoken,
A rememberance on the rise.

Slumber no more,
The concequences will only get worse,
The voices of screaming bodies louder,
If you continue to ignore.

I’m listening, i’m trusting,
I don’t always need to know the steps,
the way to the place.
But there is a light in my heart,
The voice of my soul,
I can lead from there with grace.


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I don’t do this for the pretty,Or to boost your ego.I don’t do this to create images for men to drool over. I don’t do t...
17/03/2022

I don’t do this for the pretty,
Or to boost your ego.
I don’t do this to create images for men to drool over.
I don’t do this to be a good photographer.
I don’t do this to portray some patriarchal view of what a so called ”goddess” or woman is/is ”supposed” to be.

I do this to create a container,
For the deep proccess,
Of allowing women to surrender,
Surrender into the full spectrum of their divine essence.
Surrender into their beauty, and to redefine what that means.
Surrender into allowing ALL that they are.
Allowing all of it to exist and take up space.
The softness, the sensual.
The radiant, the magnetic.
The rage, the darkness, the grief.
The shame, the wounded, the hag.
To honor the past, the present, the future of womanhood.
The cyclical, the moody, the storms.
The maiden, the mother, the crone.
The ancestors,
The witches that were killed for embodying this same force.
The seductress,
The wild woman.
The priestess.
Shakti, Kundalini,
Life force energy.

We are here to bow down to all of it.
The divine feminine energy,
Rising within us to awaken,
To honor all of her shades and colors,
And release the ideas and constructs,
That kept us in a cage, in our wounded, in a box and in pleasing the unbalanced masculine for way too long.

I do this to liberate the feminine,
Into an awakening,
Through her own body,
Into her fullest expression,
Into radical self acceptance, self love,
And ownership of her fu***ng truth.

To be witnessed in that truth,
Makes it real. To see yourself in that light, makes it powerful.
To have photos to remember that truth, to look back to when the mind feels lost, is something that i’ve found to be so therapeutic.

When one women sheds her layers,
And embodies her unapologetic feminine force and freedom,
It liberates us all,
Just a little bit more,
One womb at a time,
For the collective womb of all.
Strengthening our inner polarities,
Rewilding, grounding, merging with Mama Earth.
Syncing with the rhythm of the universe.



Muse:

Accessing deeper parts of me,I feel my heart opening.It’s scary,But I’m learning to receive.In my delicate moments,The t...
15/03/2022

Accessing deeper parts of me,
I feel my heart opening.
It’s scary,
But I’m learning to receive.
In my delicate moments,
The tenderness, the vulnerability.
The depths of my story.
Give it a voice,
Let it be seen.
No need to erase,
Turn everything into light and new age things.
But giving it space to be,
In all its uncomfortability.
It does not make me weak,
Unlovable or unworthy.
I hold all of me,
Aknowledge the unseen,
Let it exist and let it be.
The traumas, the hurt, the vomit, the ugly.
The little one, the wise one,
The lifetimes i carry.
Layers of protection won’t save me,
Avoidance, projection, contraction,
Will only put the cycle on repeat.
The power in softening,
The great reveal.
I can’t hide from myself,
When it’s being mirrored back to me.
The only option is to see.
Deep responsibility.
A humbled heart,
Once lost, now growing.
This is me,
Not perfect by any means.
I open,
To let more love in.
You got nothing on me.
I come out of hiding,
From here I rise,
This is the alchemy.


Muse:

Gusts of wind sweeping the shores,My feet in the fine sand,Every grain a particle of the whole.Times are abundant,I’m ma...
17/02/2022

Gusts of wind sweeping the shores,
My feet in the fine sand,
Every grain a particle of the whole.
Times are abundant,
I’m making bigger requests,
Asking for more.

The silence only broken by grasshoppers song,
I tune into the frequency of heart,
Of how my body vibrates with the music of nature,
Each cell in my being sings along.

Textures of sounds,
The poetry of existance.
Crevices of truth,
Whispered through realms,
Seeing dreams in the distance.

Red tide,
Frothy foam.
Hot days,
Dry grass.
Within me,
I’ve cultuvated a deeper sense of home.

Father sun, kissing my skin,
Remnants of lost lovers,
Wash away wave after wave,
Each story of ”what if”,
Or ”what could have been”.

I no longer seek the fairytales,
I won’t live in your fantasy.
Actions speak volumes,
Words are too easy.

The violent dance of branches in the wind,
The contrast of chaos and moments in between.
I’m selective, aware, boundaries intact, discerning.
Equal exchange, or constantly giving?
The same old attitude of ego,
Or community living?
My eye catches subtleties,
Quietly observing.

Energy flows to my crown,
I surrender and tap in.
Full moon illuminates the parts that need strengthening.
We’re in a state of transition,
Elevating.
It takes courage to change,
To the earth i bow down,
New wisdom integrating.

Will you get into the elevator and rise,
Or repeat tiresome patterning?
Attach to what’s known,
Of comfortably clinging?

Free yourself,
Constantly learning.
Soul voice intact,
Or penetrated by the programming?
Free your heart,
Harmony in the yearning.
Breathe deep, move slow,
Every day, again we begin.


Muse:

To one of the wildest women I know. The OG muse. To the lifetimes we’ve lived. The roads we’ve traveled. The adventures ...
11/02/2022

To one of the wildest women I know. The OG muse. To the lifetimes we’ve lived. The roads we’ve traveled. The adventures we’ve been on. All led us to here. Happy birthday baby ! May we celebrate this existance in our fullest expression, for the ones who came before us, for the ones who will come after!
I love you to infinity! Keep leading the way by being the YOUest YOU! You are pure JOY for this planet!
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