An Ancient Ocean and a New Beginning

Sometimes you learn something that sends you down a rabbit hole. One story leads to another, and before you know it, you’re looking at something familiar in an entirely different way.

That’s what happened when I learned about the ancient Iapetus Ocean and its connection to the salt harvested by J.Q. Dickinson Salt-Works here in West Virginia.

Their salt comes from underground brine associated with that ancient sea, deep beneath the Appalachian Mountains. I had to know more. Then, of course, I had to order some.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the connection. An ancient ocean, these mountains, and something I could hold in my hand. Having lived here all my life, I suddenly had another way of seeing the land and water around me.

I had decided it was time to pursue something I had always wanted to do: my intuitive energy work. I closed the portrait studio I had run for 12 years and transitioned straight into my intuitive healing business.

At that point, I was ready to let photography go. I wasn’t sure what place, if any, it would have in my life moving forward.

But this discovery gave me a reason to pick up my camera again and explore the artistic side of photography I had wanted to pursue since getting my first camera 14 years ago.

That curiosity led to A Memory Between Waters.

The photograph grew out of my fascination with what water carries and what remains long after it has moved on. The salt became a connection between an ancient sea and the Appalachian landscape around me.

Creating it opened something up for me. I found myself wanting to look closer, experiment, and see where an idea might lead. Photography felt exciting again, with room to explore and create in a different way.

I thought I was ordering salt. I didn’t know I was finding my way into a new chapter of my art. https://beckynichols.com/appalachian-artifacts-store/p/a-memory-between-waters


Becky Nichols

Becky Nichols is an Appalachian storyteller, artist, and intuitive practitioner. From the creeks, hills and back roads of West Virginia, she shares stories of the land, the animals, and the quiet moments that remind us where we belong.

http://www.healingwithbecky.com
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