They have a special spot in nature they visit on and off. Amongst the busyness of life, the running around, the caring, the work, the social events, each time they arrive at this place — no matter what else is going on — everything else melts away. Their shoulders drop, they’re able to take a full breath, it feels like coming home. Coming home to the body, home to the breath, home to the peace and spaciousness that innately exists within them. They came to me and said I’d like to bring this feeling into my everyday life. I said that’s beautiful and I think I know a way we can do that. When we met, I asked them what time of day do you feel most yourself? Is there a special date or a favourite tide or a phase of the moon that sings out your name? They told me what came and I held all of that in my heart, in my mind, in my being, and went and connected to their place. I sat in reverence. I sat and with one hand on the earth and one hand on my heart, I acknowledged the First Peoples of Country — the original storytellers and caretakers of this place. When the moment felt right, the light sweet, I moved slowly in presence, and captured the beauty I saw. I held them in my heart, their connection, their intentions. I breathed and I smiled and at one point I thought I might cry, from the kind of gratitude that makes a home in the spine. When I’d got the film developed and I sat with the images and felt into which three I’d present, it all felt clear. They were blown away and couldn’t choose initially and I said take your time, there’s no rush. They waited and clarity found them and once it did, I suggested some framing options I thought would look beautiful with the photograph and in their space. We decided together and I put the order in with my bespoke framer. When the day came to pick it up, I collected it and took it to their home. When they opened the door their face looked light and excited. We unwrapped it together and when they saw it, their shoulders relaxed, their breath deepend, *that* feeling they get whenever they’re at their special place washed over them. They said thank you and I said it is my deepest honour, thank *you*. After we hung it, I headed off. Some time passed and one day I received a message from them saying that they’ve made a daily ritual with their artwork. Every morning, they stand by their photograph, take five slow deep breaths, feel their feet on the earth, and allow the beauty and reverence to fill their entire being.