For the women who wear pieces that carry the dust of the desert, the salt of the ocean, the heartbeat of the jungle - because every adventure left its mark on their skin and in their spirit.
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This is where identity, art, healing, culture, and initiation converge. It is styling as an initiation - an embodied rite of passage into the woman you were always meant to become.
This is for the women who would rather collect once-in-a-lifetime experiences than handbags, who know the difference between a possession and a portal.
This is for the women who don’t wait for permission - who don’t ask if it’s allowed - who know that life is too fragile, too sacred, too breathtakingly short to live by someone else’s script.
The story of creating Reclamation
I almost didn’t get on the plane…
My whole body was trembling as I stood at the gate, heart racing, surrounded by strangers whose faces carried the very features that haunted me. Even the sound of Spanish on the intercom felt like a trigger. Nicaragua wasn’t just a location… it was the place where my past lived. The place that terrified me. The place that called me home.
There was a time I believed he was my soulmate. The man who proposed to me. The man I waited for. The man who raped me. The man whom I experienced the miracle of forgiveness in Bali beneath the prayer flags and incense smoke. And yet, my spirit still carried the weight of what had been taken.
But Nicaragua? This was different. This wasn’t about forgiveness. This was deeper. The land had been whispering to me. This was about returning to the wound to reclaim what was always mine.
From the second I landed, something started to shift. My taxi driver smiled at me with a warmth I hadn’t known in years. It was like the land knew I had come back to myself. I emerged in ecstatic joy in a lake baptism… a shamanic release that cracked open parts of me I didn’t even know were still shut.
And somewhere between the jungle’s hush and the splendor of the enormous cathedrals, I found a version of myself I thought had died.
I did a photoshoot in the middle of it all. Five looks. Five chapters of becoming. It wasn’t about posing. It was about witnessing. I saw the woman who survived… the one who was silenced… the phoenix rising. I had never felt so expressed. So proud. So FREE.
The trip rewrote everything.
It changed the way I love. The way I create. The way I live.
Before Nicaragua, I was a stylist who dressed women for events.
After Nicaragua, I became a death doula for the version of you who got you here… and a midwife for the woman you were karmically destined to be.
This isn’t styling. This is a sacred initiation.
We sit with your story… your wound. The one you’ve tried to intellectualize or talk through in therapy. The one still lodged in your body. Then, we travel… to a place that holds the medicine.
We hold a funeral. We photograph the rebirth. We adorn you in your truest expression. And we don’t stop until you feel it in your blood… that you are eternal. That your ancestors have waited for this moment. That your life is a piece of art… and it’s time you stepped inside the masterpiece.
This is for the ones who know there’s something more…
For the women who’d rather sleep under the stars in Morocco than sip champagne on a cruise.
For the artists of life who crave the kind of alchemy no resort could ever deliver.
This is for the wild ones with a suitcase full of stories and a heart full of grief they’re ready to transmute.
I almost didn’t get on the plane…
But I did. And I will never go back. Neither will you.
If you’re hearing the call… you already know.
This is for the artist- not just the painters, but the ones who understand you can be and create and become anyone you want to be. Who turn their life into a piece of art.
Yeeve Rayne
Kia Wright
The Reclamation Journey
A Sacred Rite of Becoming
This is not just a trip. It’s a soul-remembrance. A becoming.
A journey designed to transmute pain into power - and awaken the woman you were karmically destined to be.
The Next Reclamation Journeys
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The Awakening - India
March 2026 for Holi festival
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Opulence - Paris, France
May 2026
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Avant Garde - Iceland
September 2026 (in partnership with fashion show)
“My clothes are my muse. I’m an artist, now my clothing gets to inspire and activate me. I can’t even put into words how many things have cleared up & gotten easier since working with Jenn.”
- Courtney Harter
With the photographer, Monica Justesen
Story of journeying to Nicaragua together….
“This a once-in-a-lifetime experience—that’s what we are here for! This experience of co-creation, there’s a magic that doesn’t happen in the same way doing it alone.”
- Yeeve, client at Reclamation experience in Wimberley, Texas
This is for the women who are living prayers - prayers their ancestors whispered into the earth long before they were born.
The rebels.
The artists.
The soul-led warriors.
The legacy builders.
The ones who turn their wounds into wisdom - their scars into songs.
