t has been a time of slowing down, being with the silence and taking the time to listen. As days went by my inner whisperings became clearer, my inner guidance and direction became louder.
2015 I was blessed to shoot in South America. My Peruvian escapade was lets say a life overhaul for me, I was covering a sacred, spiritual pilgrimage, (note how I say I was covering) I don’t think I really got that I also was to be an active sacred pilgrimager (if that is even a word). I had thought I was to be the observer who would stay on the outskirts and take pictures. All was going according to plan until Day 2, sacred site number 1, Sacsayhuaman. Deep, down, beneath rock, amidst the underground crevices in an ancient temple, my life was forever changed. After what seemed like years I emerged from the temple with tears streaming, body purging, singing songs of the ancients that had resided in my bones for eons. The moment was other worldly, it was a moment of spiritual re awakening, whatever that means. It became part of an unshedding, an unearthing and re -membering. My life was to turn upside down. It felt like, who I was or who I thought I was was shattered apart and what remained was space, a tiny glimmer of knowing and trust that all was well and that this was an agreement made long ago.
After that moment I couldn’t pick up a camera unless I was inspired and I felt compelled to capture. I wasn’t able to do anything that adhered to any strict guideline, I felt adverse to structure, I felt caged, I felt stifled. What now? Where to? Anything that did not feel like truth to me I couldn’t even be with. If it wasn’t authentic or real, I couldn’t be close. From this moment I declined photo shoots, I felt confused, it was a deep time of trust, surrendering that there was a plan and that I would find my way. I felt to wander, take it slowly, at times my faith wavered, I had forgotten the perfection of divine timing. The conditions needed to be right, the soil primed, nurtured, watered (& there was lots of watering).
Souls of Byron has been a natural evolution, the next step in my journey. Rather than a forcing, it has been a delicate, birthing one that was to arrive at the right time. There are times when I feel that I am an instrument of the divine, guided along the way to open up and share the stories of how similar and connected we all are.