The Putras {An At Home Story}

Every session begins with an intention. Maybe it’s a story; maybe it’s a love song; maybe it’s a feeling. Theres’s always something I’m reaching for. Here, I wanted magic, beauty, and a taste of the lightheartedness that is to be found in certain corners when raising young ones. But most of all, I wanted to write a love letter to a mother. I wanted to show her the magic in her, the beauty that seeps out of her simply for being who she is with the people she holds most dear.

Perhaps it’s sentimental and trite, this little preamble. Perhaps. But it’s real. It’s honest. I’m always searching for the perfect in imperfection, for heart and wholeness the banal and everyday. I’m eager to upend the notion that worth is found in conformity, financial status, instagramable #authentic. I want soft and tender things: love, ache, connection, a hint of discomposure. Anyway….I’m not sure where to end this other than to say, show me your soft and tender hearts, and I’ll show you magic.

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