Recovery Untamed

This morning’s forest walk was all about holding and being held.
I took a handful of photos — a few shaped like hearts — but what moved me most was the way this group of women, who’ve journeyed together for over ten years, softened into the land and into each other.

There’s a depth that shows up when long-standing community meets the quiet of the forest… something tender, steady, and unmistakably sacred.

Camp Allen worked its magic again. 🌿✨