mamas on the cover! 🤎 and little miss willow made her modeling debut. 🥹 so honored to be on the cover of the may issue of @boulderlifestyle … inside, you’ll find my poem “may” & photos from a very special shoot willow and i did for @waltershogsett 🕊️
cover image by @arikajean
photos for @waltershogsett by @poppyandco_
here she is … the new cover for ‘Made of Rivers’, the revised & expanded edition, coming November 12th, 2024. 🦋📕 💕 if only i could go back and tell little emory what all the hours she spent with her journals would become. 😭 thank you all for the endless love & support. i am continually blown away ... ❤️ pre-order is available now.
@hayhouseinc
original cover illustration by @vanjavukelic_
who will mother the mother? 🌷 what an honor it was to be invited to write this poem for Mother’s Day for the incredible @christydawn 🕊️ these words came like a flood—starlit, aching, true.
the first 50 orders from @christydawn today will receive a copy of my poetry book, ‘Made of Rivers’ 📕
with great love,
xx emory
honored 🤍 check out the may issue of @boulderlifestyle magazine, featuring my cover pic, my poem ‘may’, and some images of Willow & I did for @waltershogsett 🕊️
cover photo by @arikajean
my poem, ‘May’, as seen in the may issue of @boulderlifestyle magazine (and mamas on the cover!!) 🩵
may
swept through our house.
lilacs
and rain.
the world felt heavy
some days,
drenched in questions.
but the iris bloomed,
and i ate a bowl of cherries
kissed by evening light.
some things feel too complex to hold,
like how the noise of the world
is getting louder,
but so is the silence.
some things feel too big to hold,
like the future,
but also
the present.
i haven’t found any answers,
maybe only more questions.
but the aspens are dancing,
my son is laughing,
and the hummingbirds will return soon.
maybe for now,
that is enough.
maybe for now,
that is as close to an answer as i’ll get.
— may
mothering 🕊️
@christydawn spring chapter II is here. gorgeous vintage-inspired silhouettes, made from the earth, for the earth. 🌍 i’m wearing the julia dress in wild bloom.
my code is CDEMORY
photos by @poppyandco_
xx
i hesitate to share knowing that words could never adequately express or encapsulate our feelings at the moment, but also knowing that many of you either knew him personally, or knew of him, or have supported him and his service of the many children and families he looked after, we feel it is our duty to let you know …
this past friday, april 3rd, our revered Guruji Omananda Ji left his mortal frame in the holy city of Prayagraj India. our hearts have shattered knowing we will not be able to see him in his physical form any longer, but are also releived that his intense bodily suffering has ended. when we found out about Guruji’s sickness nearly a year ago, we were distraught not being able to travel to india to see him. as a result, we formed the monsoon nights band and project, bringing together western and indian musicians, to pay homage to him from afar. touring and traveling with this group allowed me to be with Guruji in my heart and soul through the music we created and performed each night. it greatly helped ease my sadness at the physical distance that we found ourselves in. i’m incredibly grateful we were given this opportunity and find myself indebted to all those who made it possible.
again, it is too hard and nearly impossible for me to put into words what his life and teachings mean to us. i only find myself extremely lucky to have known such a soul in my lifetime. my pranams and love at your lotus feet now and always my dear Guruji.
Jai Guru Dev
Jai Triveni Mayi
Jai Prayag Raj Maharaj
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti
In honor of Poetry Month, we’re sharing words that move us. 💛
This piece from Made of Rivers by Emory Hall captures that quiet shift from waiting to becoming, when something new finally begins to bloom.
A gentle reminder that even in stillness, growth is happening. 🌱
Pulled from Made of Rivers by Emory Hall.
for all the mothers birthing in spring 🌷 and for all mothers, always. 🕊️
— birth, from my poetry book Made of Rivers. written in the early days of postpartum following the birth of my first son. xoxo
