Sarah

Below are a selection of photopraphs from the evening Sarah gave birth to Ingrid.  

I don't need to tell you how loved Sarah or her children are. What a wonderful Father Michael is. What a miracle home birth is to experience.  

All of the above HAPPENS in the pictures below. They tell a story of love, presence, surrender, transformation and grace.   To humbly watch the body transcend to its natural state of magnificence.  Nothing to be afraid of.  The greatest of blessings.  

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Thank you Sarah, Michael, Eleanor and Weston for having me be present for little Ingrid's Birthday. Thank you beautiful Michelle and TLC Childbirth for continuing to hold space for these magical birth stories to unfold.  Forever grateful. xx Molly

Cira

A dancer, a great mind and a humanitarian.  

One of my greatest teachers in saying less but letting her wisdom be expressed through her body and spirit I have walked away from so many conversations with her feeling some miracle has taken place at the table.  

Our friendship has shown me how a woman can take pause in her life and beckons an unveiling of her beauty.  She will take you on a glorious journey to enter her heart, you will only be able to start on the path if you seek her first.  

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Laura + Melanie x Cameo

Here is our story we shot in one of the loveliest, rosiest homes we've ever been in.  A glorious afternoon with Laura and Melanie watching them play piano, giggle in French and try on pieces from Cameo Clothing's beautiful new line for Fall. 

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Lastly, a little sneak peek of an exercise we are working on exploring the senses, faith and the magic that happens when we take a photograph.  Molly is being very serious here preparing for the exercise but the whole thing is really not so serious at all. We cannot wait to reveal more!  

Lastly, a little sneak peek of an exercise we are working on exploring the senses, faith and the magic that happens when we take a photograph.  Molly is being very serious here preparing for the exercise but the whole thing is really not so serious at all. We cannot wait to reveal more!  

xx Molly, Sarvey, Cameo, Laura and Melanie 

Kelly x Cameo

Happy International Women's Day! A perfect day to share a collection of photographs we shot with Ceramicist and Artist Kelly Marie Conder and Cameo Clothing Line

These photographs are the first in a series looking at women's work, our creativity and our home lives.  

Where does the washing dishes and goodnight kisses of the artist end and the clay on the wheel begin?  Where does the subject end and the photograph begin?  In these blurred lines exist the life of the artist, the work we do, the photographs we take and the clay and the pixels.  

We were lucky enough to explore this with Kelly. A woman who in one moment, dressed so beautifully, moving her body as if she herself were paint across a giant canvas and the next slicing easily through heavy clay with wire.  

The photographs on the wheel came from an idea, a permission, to hold space for other women in our work.  To sit patiently, knowingly, as they grow between our steady hands.  We all need those steady hands to hold us and see our emerging beauty as only one who truly knows beauty can.  

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Valerie

My love story with Valerie started a little over a year ago when we met as a part of a theraputic group led by the magnificent Dr. Nicki.  My bond and love for Valerie runs so deep, I truly think she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever set eyes on. I was thrilled when she allowed me into her home to take her picture.  

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xx Molly

Zyan

Zyan danced through the tall grasses in the Canyon and rested her body on the prickly bark of the trees.  She laughed with joy as slipped into sequin dresses and gauzy skirts.

Although the story this afternoon was about  Zyan, we were also working with our dear friend, her mother, Hillary.    The dynamic was fascinating as we got to witness a mother in service to her daughter's future, faith and artistry.  As a mother of young daughters, the question on all our lips is always how? How do we raise daughters who know boundaries, who know themselves well enough to say no and later on to know themselves well enough to say yes? How will they be safe but more importantly have courage?

It was gripping to witness a young woman living fully in her own true body and spirit.  Not afraid to lean into her beauty or sensuality nor her sweetness or power.  She was not afraid to push her body higher, longer, or feel the elements beneath her, indeed the incredible canyon we were in deepened her movements, created new arches in her body and became a partner for her to land into and be lifted by.  Pure joy.

At one point we asked her if her bare feet were OK after hours of leaping and twisting through the dirt. Her toes clung deeper into the rough bark on the tree and she casually smiled, "Oh yeah, I'm a Waldorf baby, this is home to me!"  

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xx Sarvey, Molly, Zyan + Hillary Ha.

Stephanie

If you are in the neighborhood and knock on her door, she will be home and you will leave with giant bags of perfect hand me downs and home made delicacies.  But the next minute she will have packed up the car and her bolga baskets and they will be camping under the stars or dipping into hot springs to connect to the earth which she is so deeply FROM.  

Stephanie believes 14 is the perfect number of pets which means there is always something warm and soft in your lap when you sit down by the fire.

She taught my daughter to do a headstand when our lives fell upside down and she needed to see straight, just for a minute. One year as we were walking through her garden she taught me the term "gone to seed".  Naturally I thought the wild kale flowers with the bees buzzing around them were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  She has bathed me in green juice, tea, spices, warm soup, beautiful dresses, love, love, love and the kind of never giving up support that my wildest dreams were made of.

She saw me for my spirit and was one of the real army of women who reminded me psyche was still alive and well inside of me even if my material life was crumbling beneath my feet.  

She lives a truly feminine narrative. Her wisdom allows her to see where to rest her attention and diverge from the plan. When her wildly exciting force comes for you, you will dance to the edge of life with them both which is why her beautiful wolf children are equally perceptive, kind, sincere and so brave their spirits sing to the wind.  She is a dancer, an artist, a wife, a mother, a daughter, fearless and our friend.  

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xx Molly, Sarvey, Stephanie + Stormy

Two Little Clouds

Two little clouds one summer's day, 

Went flying through the sky.

They went so fast they bumped their heads, 

And both began to cry.

Old Father Sun looked out and said, 

"Oh, never mind, my dears,

I'll send my little fairy folk

To dry your falling tears."

One fairy came in violet, 

And one in indigo,

In blue, green, yellow, orange, red.

They made a pretty row.

They wiped the cloud tears all away, 

And then, from out the sky, 

Upon a line of sunbeams made, 

They hung their gowns to dry.

And they hung their tears to dry.

And it made a rainbow in the sky.

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xx Elisa, Molly, Resmine + Sarvey