The Whisper That Brought Me Back : A quiet reflection on creative disconnection, emotional storytelling, and finding my way back through motherhood imagery

There’s a quiet kind of ache that settles in when you feel disconnected from your work.

Not a lack of skill. Not even a lack of ideas.

Just… the absence of that spark.

The one that makes you feel something when you pick up your camera. The one that moves you before you ever press the shutter. The one that reminds you this matters.

Lately, I’ve been in that space.

Still shooting. Still showing up. But with the lingering sense that something was missing.

I couldn’t name it right away. But I could feel it — like a soft tug at the edges of my chest. A whisper that kept asking:
Where is your heart in this?

Then I made this image.

The light was soft and the room was quiet. A mother holding her baby — no fancy styling, no pressure. Just connection.

And something shifted.

I felt it again. That little turn inside your chest when something true happens. That moment where you don’t just see the love, you feel it through the frame.

It wasn’t the pose. It wasn’t the technical settings.
It was the emotional honesty. The stillness. The truth.

That’s when I realized what I’ve been searching for in my work isn’t better images — it’s truer ones.

Images that hold space.
That witness instead of perform.
That allow love to just be what it is.

This has been the root of a much deeper creative journey for me — one I’ve been quietly shaping into something I can share with others. Something to help photographers find their way back to the heart of their work, too.

It’s called Connected Motherhood, and I’ll be sharing more about it soon.

But for now, I just want to say this:

If you’ve ever felt that ache for more —
for more connection, more presence, more feeling —
you’re not alone.

Sometimes the most important thing we can do is listen to the whisper…
and follow it home.

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