abstraction helps us grasp the real thing.

it’s been a minute. the last time I released an episode was in May- right in the midst of the loss and grief that swallowed me for a while.

this is not a grand re-entrance, just a stumbling ramble back into this unending conversation of what it means to see in real time.

In this episode I talk about the moment I finally opened my nostalgia now photographic journaling ritual again after the longest hiatus I ever took from it. Through it I rediscover how the blur and abstraction, instead of taking me away from reality, actually pull me closer to it.

every photograph doesn't have to be about what’s gone, it gets to be a correspondence with what’s still here.

I share what it’s been like to feel creative again after loss and to find the side doors back into presence when the front one feels jammed.

this is me re-entering into this space- blurry eyed and awake.

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The following is my experience over the last 3 months in losing my pregnancy. I’ve repeatedly been told how common it is to have this happen- and yet again, I find myself in a “common” place with such a minimal amount of context for it. Grasping for hands to hold in this hushed common ground has been critical, I hope my voice becomes a hand you’ll never need to hold.

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when I was a little girl, before I had any understanding that most of us never do exactly what we say we want to do, my dad told me if he ever had the chance he would 100% go to the moon. I was absolutely horrified. But even in my panic, even in my steadfast objection- I remember his eyes.