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A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.

24 × 30 in · 61 × 76 cm
A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.
Safflower · Carthamus tinctorius
The Invitation
A crash came from the front room.
The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.
Cheerfulness, innocence, purity, and beauty
A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.
from the photographer
The Invitation
A crash came from the front room.
The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.
Then something caught my eye.
The shape of a flower.
As I held the stem, a sensation arose.
A threshold.
An invitation.
Can I trust you?
I did not understand it, but I felt its presence. There was more here than I could name.
Then the question turned inward.
Could I trust myself?
I carried the flower to my camera.
That moment marked the beginning of a delicate exchange of guidance, trust, and wonder.
Cheerfulness, innocence, purity, and beauty
Choose the print size

Available in three sizes, professionally printed and shipped directly by the print lab.
Prints
With creamy lined pages, a ribbon marker, and a pocket for the treasures gathered along the way.
Journals
A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.

24 × 30 in · 61 × 76 cm
A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.
Safflower · Carthamus tinctorius
The Invitation
A crash came from the front room.
The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.
Cheerfulness, innocence, purity, and beauty
A calling to create, to trust, and to return to self.
from the photographer
The Invitation
A crash came from the front room.
The cat had knocked over my vase. I shooed her away and, distracted, began gathering the mess.
Then something caught my eye.
The shape of a flower.
As I held the stem, a sensation arose.
A threshold.
An invitation.
Can I trust you?
I did not understand it, but I felt its presence. There was more here than I could name.
Then the question turned inward.
Could I trust myself?
I carried the flower to my camera.
That moment marked the beginning of a delicate exchange of guidance, trust, and wonder.
Cheerfulness, innocence, purity, and beauty
Choose the print size

Available in three sizes, professionally printed and shipped directly by the print lab.
Prints
With creamy lined pages, a ribbon marker, and a pocket for the treasures gathered along the way.
Journals