Waypoint Photography

I offer mini sessions twice a year. There are a few spots left, and I don’t want you to miss out. DM me to book your session! Laguna Beach: May 10 // 5:30 Irvine: May 13 // 5:30, 6:00, 6:30... Fresno: May 28 // 5:30, 6:00, 6:30 San Luis Obispo: May 20 // 5:30, 6:00

Beauty in brokenness.

I’m currently creating a project around women’s experience. If you think even for a fleeting flash that you may want to hear more and take part, DM me!

I offer mini sessions twice a year. There are a few spots left, and I don’t want you to miss out. DM me to book your session! Laguna Beach: May 10 // 5:30 Irvine: May 13 // 5:30, 6:00, 6:30... Fresno: May 28 // 5:30, 6:00, 6:30 San Luis Obispo: May 20 // 5:30, 6:00

Beauty in brokenness.

Thanks to those who are already supporting my current photography project that I'm thrilled to be doing around women's experience. Take part in helping untangle parts within and among us all through normalizing bodies, increasing awareness and cultivating compassion toward self and other. For all the juicy details GO HERE! https://bit.ly/2I44MMh

I’m currently creating a project around women’s experience. If you think even for a fleeting flash that you may want to hear more and take part, DM me!

The perfect time is now, always, since it’s all we have. So, 10-year transformation (in acrylic) better late than never! I used the process of painting to feel and think through the last decade. At the start of 2009 I was 24, desperately trying to figure out who I was, oscillating between depression and anxiety, determined not to love anything or anyone enough to get hurt. I felt alone on a dark and silent sea, though there were glimmers of brilliance. That year, I would trav...el to Europe for the first time, the trip on which I’d begin dating my husband. I would work with at-risk kids and dip my toes into a credential program. It was also the year I would begin my journey with bulimia, a come-and-go accessory to the stuff on the inside. Some days I was hanging on by my fingernails, exhausted and trying so hard to hold myself together, believing I was perpetually just barely averting failure. In 2019, I look at younger me with so much tenderness and gratitude. She faced bravely and hurt so deeply to give me the life I have now. It’s been an undulating, and at times treacherous and grueling, road to make it here. Thank you meds, therapy, dear ones and Life for sustaining and teaching me. I can’t remember the last time I felt the panic that would chase me until I threw up. Most days, I see my body as flawed *and* beautiful and am reminded of its powerful utility when my daughter, who I made, birthed and nursed, giggles or stares wide-eyed at something magnificent she’s learning of for the first time. I know now so much more of myself and where I’ve come from. I continue to learn the dance of my life, how to be tender and value my ideas, needs, body, desires, time because they’re mine. There are still bits of darkness; I hope they never entirely leave. For, darkness too has its gifts. But the brightest joys come when I invite the young one inside to risk a little more and trust in this glorious becoming. Though I’d not want to live some of it over, never would I trade what has been. If you’re ever on a dark and silent sea, you’re not alone and it really can get better. More trust. More tenderness. Hugs and high fives to us all wherever we are on the path, A

I’m in a book group that I all too rarely make it to. We get together, spend 20 minutes in centering prayer meditation and read aloud one of Mary Oliver’s poems several times. We share our thoughts, emotional and physical reactions, associations, and lives with each other. I highly recommend this book. And read it aloud with someone(s) you adore, if possible.