Ritual Media

06/08/2026

06/06/2026

Catch me in the forest, collecting and creating whimsy wherever I can. 🧚‍♀️✨️📸

05/17/2026

Yesterday’s Reclaiming Whimsy workshop left something lingering in me that is hard to put into words. There was something profoundly healing about being in a room full of women who didn’t just agree to explore play and whimsy again, but were genuinely excited to return to it. So many of us have spent years carrying expectations, performing adulthood, shrinking ourselves into what is practical, productive, acceptable. And yesterday, for a few beautiful hours, all of that softened.

One by one, each person stepped into my photo space, and I watched the walls fall away. At first there was hesitation, nervous laughter, self-awareness. But with every station, every shared giggle, every ridiculous pose and burst of creativity, something shifted. I watched women reconnect with the versions of themselves that existed before the world taught them to be careful. Before the pressure. Before the self-consciousness. Before that quiet shift so many girls experience as they grow into womanhood.

By the end, the room felt alive in a way I haven’t experienced in years. Wild laughter. Goofiness. Genuine silliness. Women hyping each other up without irony or competition. It reminded me of girlhood in the purest sense, those days where connection came easily and joy didn’t need justification. Where we gathered simply because being together felt magical.

To witness that unfolding in real time was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. This workshop lived in my heart for so long as only a dream, and yesterday ashley and I got to watch it breathe. I got to watch people remember themselves. And I don’t think I will ever forget it.

05/14/2026

Late spring tie dye drop ✨️ xl and small still available

05/13/2026

A body suspended between earth and ether, balancing on the washed bones of the river. The white fabric moves like mist caught in sunlight, soft against the wildness of sand, driftwood, and open sky. There is surrender here, but not weakness.

The image evokes reclamation. A return to self. A quiet, almost sacred conversation between the body and the natural world. It feels mythic and intimate at once, like a river spirit learning the shape of human skin. Someone remembering that freedom is not always loud, sometimes it is simply the permission to take up space beneath the sky.

There’s a tenderness to it, but also ferality. Q***r softness wrapped around something ancient and untamed. The pose feels less like performance and more like invocation, as though the wind itself is guiding the movement.

05/13/2026

!!!! So excited for this 🙌 😍

05/09/2026

Palisades ✨️😊 a little before my shoot Wednesday morning 🌄

05/08/2026

I love spring 💜 💕 the flowers, the return of life, the cold nights and pleasant days ✨️

05/06/2026

Moments suspended in silence