There is a gentle rhythm that rises from within when the need “to be someone” dissolves,
and the wild feeling in the body is all that remains. I listen to the space, to the breath,
to skin that is alive, to the earth pulling the feet inward
until a woman becomes root. This is an ancient ritual with no stage,
only a priestess with a camera, sunlight breaking through the leaves,
and the drumbeat that becomes a mantra the body remembers
a vibration passing through the pelvis, the heart, the spine, the shoulders.
I am not a director. I come to hold space
a quiet guide who creates the conditions for the body to remember it is a temple,
not a project. I believe every body has a language,
and the forest is one of the few places that still knows how to understand it.
This is why I return there again and again with people not to take pictures,
but to bring them home to the silence where they can hear themselves,
perhaps for the first time in a very long time.
