Friday night.
I had a dream I befriended a fox.
I fed and pet it.
Saturday morning.
I saw one.
Later, I documented my first event in over a year.
A small, intimate Newari wedding…
…with family at its core.
They found me.
Like the fox.
Heart open.
Ready to invite the wild in.
Sarina and Ian...
Backyard shenanigans...
The beginnings of letting go...
The back of the pack.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Most days.
On the fringes.
Corralling.
Observing.
Ever so slightly, loosening my grip.
A shift accompanying this season of mid-life.
The beginnings of letting go.
