The story of me coming in front of the lens for my first intentional photoshoot. 8 months pregnant with my third babe and getting amongst the play of being seen!

The kids call her Mermay, instead of Mémé (Nana in French), she has a mermaid tattooed on her foot and she feels an undeniable connection with the Selkie tale (I will be writing a blog on the Selkies one day as it is a tale that lives in my cells too). Her eyes have flickers of ocean turquoise, her incredible family-built home overlooks the Ahipara ocean and the ocean has become her guiding force in the work that she does, supporting women in birthing their babies and rebirth

It was a Friday morning, which meant my partner Erik would be taking our 2-year-old daughter, Sunai, to Free Range kids and I would have a day to myself. My belly was a full moon almost at its peak in the sky. I had no idea of numbers or dates this time around, but I had the feeling the birth passage was opening for me and baby. I decided that today was going to be the day that I lit the fire and fired the seven clay women that were sitting on my altar. Land sisters sharing t

The power that lays in witnessing.

It is Thursday. A dedicated me/workday without my beautiful babes. The past few months I've been looking for the first early morning exit to maximise my day of 'getting shit done' and to hear myself without the constant echo of "MAMA" rippling through the house, calling me outside of myself. Huh, "calling me outside of myself" - that is how motherhood feels when I am not in my centre - that I must leave my body and my needs in order to serve my babes first. Sometimes Thursday

A beautiful read about how an eel and a dragonfly shaped the unfolding of our photo journey in an enchanted forest. The photos tell the story.