Bring your burdens to the mountain, love, when you are broken, weak, and wild. Though you’ve flown so long in darkness, I swear to you the fog will lift and daylight-buried will break again. Just take my hand, and let the veil fall.
You have wandered deep through desert and spilled your hollow heart over cracked earth. Follow me now to the water, little dove. I have heard it said that God lives there, hovering over the slow, dark glass.
Look skyward now. Breathe in the flickering spirit, stretch your bones, exhale. There is no more need to fear.
Your body is a holy thing. You despair it won't forgive you for all its shame and scars, but these are healing waters. Close your eyes, uncurl your fists, dear. Release your flesh-burnt memories. Here, grace rolls down like water.
There is peace on this mountain, wild wooddove. Come rest your weary head.
All photos depict women of Unshattered, the social enterprise arm of the Walter Hoving Home, a residential home in Garrison, New York for women recovering from drug and alcohol addiction, prostitution, and other life-controlling problems. Each woman in Unshattered creates handbags out of repurposed materials, and every dollar made goes back into the home toward rebuilding lives shattered by addiction. You can browse and purchase the beautiful handbags they make here.