"We were wild once. Don't let them tame you."
A message from the founders:
We are two born makers, mamas, and women dedicated to the soul's journey. Our work is to reclaim our sacred instinctual voice. We are tending to the creative fire for our health, sanity, and humanity. Together we are remembering how to take our place in the family of things. Together we are remembering the gifts that are most organic to our nature. Together we are remembering how to make ourselves into being. Together let us remember what it means to live untamed.
I am humbled daily by how life can be simultaneously so beautiful and so hard. I am moved by the ever-pursuit of deepened truth and awe, and it is through making and movement that my prayers manifest. I am a life-long dancer, a film maker, a mental health counselor; a woman, mama, wife, sister, daughter, dreamer, mover. I am also in love with people. Our stories are always rich with the potential to expand the boundaries of what we think we know.
"Come to me, and I shall dance with you
In the temples, on the beaches, through the crowded streets
Be you man or woman, plant or animal, slave or free...
...Only dance, and your illusions will blow in the wind
Dance, and make joyous the love around you
Dance, and your veils which hide the Light
Shall swirl in a heap at your feet." ~Rumi
As a mother of two young children I have to work to practice showing up to my relationship with creativity. This is not an easy process to say the least. Yet, it is a practice that deeply nourishes and sustains me. It is my devotion. It helps me to navigate my life. Expression is my medicine.
I am passionate about transformation. I am enchanted by the nourishment found in symbols and myth. I am sustained by the magic of making. I am inspired by the courage we each practice to show up for everyday living. I am deeply dedicated to tending the soul's fire.
Only in our doing can we grasp you.
Only with our hands can we illumine you.
The mind is but a visitor;
it thinks us out of our world.
Each mind fabricates itself.
We sense it limits, for we have made them.
And just when we would flee them, you come
and make of yourself an offering.
I don’t want to think a place for you.
Speak to me from everywhere.
Your Gospel can be comprehended
without looking for its source.
When I go toward you
it is with my whole life.
I, 37 Rilke’s Book of Hours
Translated by Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy
Amirah and I have been friends since the first day of college 15 years ago. We have found a sisterhood in each of our dedication to the journey towards wholeness and becoming. We were both born with a compulsion towards beauty and expression. Life had plans.
We found ourselves both pregnant with our sons just a few months apart.We kept making in our own ways throughout our pregnancies. A shared love of ours has always been a playful photo shoot. Channeling our inner seven-year-old and in magic moments getting a glimpse of our true natures.
Once Amirah gave birth, a certain distance grew between us. I didn’t know how to reach her. It was as if she had entered a realm I was not yet privy. She was immersed and I was still waiting and struggling to understand this new way of being.
Once my son arrived I began to understand where Amirah had gone. I traveled to the realm myself, filled with ecstatic pockets of awe, mind-blowing magic and long stretches of the puffy bone ache of sleep debt and colic. I felt a frantic resistance to this new reality.
Time went on and the initial shock and awe faded to a heavier and deeper kind of struggle. I remember one day Amirah called me feeling she had hit rock bottom in the center of postpartum darkness. It was a moment of surrender for both of us. We cried together understanding the depths of this struggle. After that the making began to trickle in again as a means of survival. Amirah made a beautiful film. Then another…then another.
After almost a year, going on very little sleep I started to have health challenges. Most days I would come to a point where I just didn’t know if I could keep going. I would wake up in the middle of the night sweating and unable to sleep, even when my baby was sleeping. I breathed into this…quite unwillingly and with Amirah’s support I started a fiery writing project in these midnight hours. Somehow the fuel from this making gave me strength, hope and vitality to (on a good day) lean in and embrace my new life.
This process of making from the center of our wounds, from our struggles became the medicine we learned to make for ourselves. Making became a gritty all out battle cry for survival.
As the energy built it started to feel a like a revolution. This wasn’t just about making it through one more day on three hours of sleep. It was about learning to thrive not despite our struggles but from them. We found our medicine in making. From the simple action of making, a nourishing flow began to move us into creating what we now call The Untaming Project. So the struggle and the medicine making continues. And because flow wants to keep flowing it wants to be shared with you.
"Our vitality is inextricably bound up with creativity. Like a tree whose expression is fruit, giving our gifts is what keeps life pushing through our veins. It’s what keeps us feeling alive. As anyone who has strayed too far from their creativity knows, without it every corner of one’s life can fall prey to a terrible greying spread. As Kahlil Gibran writes about trees in an orchard, “They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish." - Toko-pa Turner, Belonging.