Maria Font Photography

Last night we had our Annual Coven gathering. Sisterhood, laughter, champagne that flowed all night. Few feelings compare to this type of magic. The energy of the feminine flowing wildly. Love youuuu my HalloQueens 🖤👑🖤. May we celebrate this tradition til we are fabulously weathered and gray. Thank you my partner in all hosting crimes for creating this epic glam evening 💋!
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They got married at the Conservatory yesterday in the sweetest and most intimate mini wedding ever. They are from Tennessee and had never been to Key West before. I love that. They had 5 guest and there wasn’t a dry eye during the ceremony. They exchanged lockets with their pets photos inside of them and had a butterfly release after the ceremony. Witnessing couples so invested and overjoyed with love for one another gets me every time. And these two absolutely had the most gorgeous spark ever
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To be completely transparent, if you know me, know me... you know our relationship was turbulent. I was ruled by the will of a 99 year old for 10 years as her caretaker. And that, kinda’ makes her the strongest lady i’ve ever met. This is my Abuela. Full of spice and a little sugar. I sit now in front of this computer replaying the tapes, and a deep reverence is settling in my bones. She lived the whole damn thing her way til the very end. She could never, ever, not make her will known. Whether it was screaming from her wheelchair at the Clinica, que cuando iba a ser su turno, to chasing the manager her apartment building down in her walker and bata de casa to complain about something new, to calling me 100x a day to do her bidding, she was the Captain of her ship until she fell and couldn’t walk again. She declined after that, and I've realized that the idea of control kept her very much alive. So much of her identity was bound to bossing everyone around. I have no doubt she is making waves wherever she is right now. Last night I dreamt with roots. Someone (I wish I could remember who) was at my house and saw some jars with propagated plants and said they’d never seen such bountiful roots in water. I feel the moment someone passes, everything that surrounds these next moments is telling. At least that’s how I like to experience this life. I want to believe that she will leave in all of us left in the family, a legacy of determination and willpower. She endured the death of my mom, the death of my grandfather, the death of her mom as a child and starting a life exiled away from her country. And still she found the will to thrive. May I long remember the deep roots that tie me to such strength of will when I need it and to my Abuela. Rest in peace Granny, 9.27.20.

I was rummaging through my attic today, boxes and boxes of a life lived. I’m not one to collect things, but I do keep words. Allllllll of them. I have old emails printed just because they were said, and words carry the weight of our history, like a diary. I found this poem today tucked between the years. I wrote it 7 years ago ... to the one that puts up with my nonesense and ninja ways 💋...

The right time is never vacant.
A convenient excuse.

But,
for some time I have wanted to tell you
this singular secret...
the one —
standing beside everything we do.
Tending to everything we say. The one—
which protects our remarkableness from everything
else. The one—
that has been patiently waiting to drift
into your body.

And,
now this flawed timing turned confession
turned into poetry,
reminds me just how superfluous
and idealistic perfect timing is.

I choose today,
of all days,
to tell you, that
you
are
my best friend.

11.27.13 /mf

Summers are for fun, silly, full of food and spirit Aliveness Sessions 🌞😎✨. They grilled pizza, uncorked white wine, played with their puppers and kitties. It was the BESTest session. The next sessions has to have adults in a kiddie pool with a BBQ going, who’s in?!