Welcome to the party.

And don’t be surprised. It’s a party.

Imagine with me,

this very spring,

You feel your body, vibrant and poetic. you sense the nature of yourself and the heart within. you move. you bring reverence to your body, emotions, history, and relationships . . . YOU ARE BRAVE. and you brave intimacy in new ways, with yourself and those you wish to travel deeper with in this life. You BELONG HERE and you are on your path, shimmering. Your pain is sensational and subtle. It speaks in a language that offers to polish your heart.

Let me invite you to a process of

RETURNING TO YOUR NATURE.

HOLDING AND RELEASING that which haunts WITH STRANGE BEAUTY + TRUST.

Understanding what we’ve actually lost . . . and it’s not grief. It’s connection.

We live in a culture that denies grief, death, pain. We throw into shadows such natural and powerful initiations. We are abandoned to incomplete processes with little role models on what it means to live with wounds, to end cycles, and how deeply celebration is a part of grief. For those that choose to recognize death, ceremony, magical and indigenous ways of being . . . grief has more space in the home. For others of us, there is criticism awaiting us as we pretend ourselves into confusion.

It may sound odd, mystical, magical . . . well, its because it is. Life is odd and miraculous. And for years I was both brilliant and stagnant in the ways I cared for my grief. I made art. I wrote poetry. I moved my body. I pouted. I didn’t understand how much rage and anger I carried. I didn’t know my anger was protecting me from feeling my grief. I performed - on stage and in front of people. I hid. I read. I studied. I sought healers. Sought trauma-informed spaces. I felt alone a lot of the time. At other times, there was sense. I quit seeking to be seen by those who do not see me and let in those that are already willing. I grew in my ability to hold what is mine. But let me be clear, we are not meant to do it all alone.

WE DO NOT HAVE TO GRIEVE ALONE. DO NOT LET ANYONE FOOL YOU.

AND, IT IS ALSO ONE OF THE MOST GORGEOUS INTIMACIES OF OUR LIFETIME.

change. we change. we are changing. we lose. we grow. we have seasons.

some loss feels natural, some more confusing. and this is about more than loss. this is about listening.

We are vessels filled with such incredible intelligence. I wish to spark and deepen what is already yours.

My wish for you, you feel the reverence and trickster gorgeous gem of grief’s offering. you feel beautiful in your process. you feel trust in yourself and those whom you welcome in to share the weight and mystery. You no longer have to carry the grief as you’ve known. Not all of it is yours anyhow.

Returning the the realm of the body. Deepening relationships. Discerning what is yours to move and what was never meant for you to carry. Discerning when and how to include someone in holding and witnessing subtle to dynamic grief. And finishing up with how to create a grief party!

These are the kinds of things we will cover, with charm and beauty.