Walking the path of
remembering

I’ve come to realise that stories are in my bones.  Listening to them and giving voice to them, in any way I can. 

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For over a decade I worked with people experiencing homelessness, enduring mental health difficulties, and addiction.  At the same time as doing this, I worked as a Photographer.  My camera has been my constant companion since I was around nine years old and as a Documentary Photographer, I have always endeavored to tell stories, particularly of those people who were the least heard and often living on the fringes of Society.  Not all of the stories were sad as you might expect; more often than not, I helped people give voice to their hopes, their dreams, and what they held dear.

  

For a very long time, I had felt called to do something more heart-led out in the world, particularly alongside other Women.  I found myself listening to the Women in my life; to their hopes, their dreams, and their fears.  I came to understand and resonate with their frustration, often feeling that they had lost their identities, that motherhood or work or Illness had left many of us feeling adrift and isolated. That the ‘always on’ culture of the modern world had taken something from us and all it had given us in return was an invitation to comparison and a fractured connection to our greatest resource, the natural world. Listening to these stories and ultimately my own heart sent me on a pilgrimage of sorts.  

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Answering my calling has felt like crafting a rare tincture, requiring the perfect blend of time and patience. Each step had its rhythm, not to be hurried, and crucially, it demanded a period of quiet fermentation in the dark. Following my heart's call has transformed my life in a myriad of ways. It's as though I'm walking the path of remembering, delving deep into the reservoir of my cultural roots and ancestral heritage whilst learning to dance once again with the interconnected web of life.

 

I have found the life-affirming wisdom of other Women’s experiences has helped me make sense of my own.  Circle has taught me that I’m not broken and I do not need to be fixed. 

  

I feel embodied by this work that is a modern comprehension of what our ancestors did and have done for centuries.

 

I hope that you will accept my invitation to sit in Circle with me.  That you can come and give voice to what stirs in your heart. 

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You are so welcome here.

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With love,

 

Charlotte

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