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A year can change us in ways we never expected. Grief has a way of marking time differently, not in months or seasons, but in thresholds. In the moments before and after. In the ways we soften, break open, rebuild, and learn to carry what once felt impossible. When we look back on a year of grief, we often see not only the ache, but the quiet growth that threaded itself through the days. The resilience we didn’t know we had. The tenderness that surprised us. The ways love co

The holidays arrive each year wrapped in expectation; twinkling lights, familiar music, gatherings, rituals, and the cultural insistence that this is a season of joy. But for those who are grieving, the holidays can feel like a collision of emotions. Joy doesn’t disappear, but neither does sorrow. Instead, they sit side by side, sharing the same table, the same room, the same heart. Holiday grief is not a contradiction. It is a truth of being human. 🌙 The Season of Mixed E

There is a moment each year when the world leans fully into darkness; the Winter Solstice , the longest night, the turning point of the season. The sun lingers low, shadows stretch long, and the earth feels hushed, as if holding its breath. For many who are grieving, winter mirrors the inner landscape: quiet, heavy, stripped down to essentials. And yet, the Solstice carries a truth that grief understands intimately — light returns slowly, gently, faithfully, even when we can

Two years. It feels impossible that so much time has passed, and yet the ache still knows exactly where to find me. Grief has its own calendar; one that doesn’t follow months or seasons, but memory, love, and the shape of absence. December 18th marks two years since Hunter died , and the world is still learning how to hold that truth. I am still learning how to hold that truth. Anniversaries like this are not just dates. They are thresholds; places where the past and present

In the hush of winter, when the earth lies dormant beneath frost and silence, mushrooms continue their quiet work. They emerge humbly from the forest floor, reminding us that life persists even in the coldest seasons. Winter mushrooms are not flamboyant or showy; they are subtle guides, teaching us the sacred art of stillness. 🌌 The Wisdom of Winter Mushrooms Unlike the vibrant blooms of spring or the lush growth of summer, winter mushrooms embody restraint. They thrive in s

In the vastness of the night sky, Orion’s Belt shines as a simple yet profound alignment; three stars in a row, steady and unmistakable. For millennia, cultures have looked to this constellation as a guide, a compass, and a story etched in light. In ritual practice, Orion’s Belt becomes more than a celestial landmark; it becomes an anchor, reminding us that guidance is always available, even in the darkest night. 🌌 Orion’s Belt as Threshold Orion’s Belt is a threshold betwee

Holidays have a way of gathering us; around tables, around traditions, around memories that feel stitched into the fabric of who we are. But when someone we love is missing, the holidays can feel like a spotlight on absence. The table looks different. The room feels quieter. The rituals feel incomplete. There is an empty chair, and everyone feels it; even if no one says a word. This is the tender truth of holiday grief: joy and sorrow sit side by side, and the heart learns

Children grieve differently than adults; not because their love is smaller, but because their world is still forming. Their understanding of loss is fluid. Their emotions come in bursts. Their questions arrive at unexpected moments. And their grief, though often quiet, is profound. Children’s Grief Awareness Day  exists to remind us that young hearts carry deep stories too; stories of love, loss, confusion, longing, and resilience. It is a day to honor the children who are gr

As autumn wanes and winter approaches, the earth teaches us the art of release. Trees shed their leaves, gardens return to soil, and the air carries a quiet invitation to let go. In grief-centered ritual practice, this seasonal threshold is a sacred time to release what no longer serves, making space for rest, renewal, and the seeds of future growth. 🌌 The Wisdom of Release Release is not abandonment; it is trust. Just as trees let go of their leaves knowing spring will retu

Pain is a teacher we rarely choose, yet it arrives unbidden, reshaping us in ways we cannot ignore. In grief-centered practice, pain is not something to be hidden or silenced; it is a raw material, a sacred substance that can be transmuted into creative offering. Through ritual, writing, and art, pain becomes a vessel of meaning, a gift that carries both sorrow and beauty. 🌌 Pain as Alchemy Alchemy teaches that transformation begins with what is most difficult. Pain, like le

As October turns toward November, a sacred threshold opens; a time when marigolds glow like small suns, candles flicker in windows, and families gather around altars built with love. This is Día de los Muertos , the Day of the Dead, a tradition rooted in Indigenous Mexican culture that honors the beloved dead not with fear, but with joy, remembrance, and connection. Día de los Muertos is not a day of mourning. It is a day of presence . A day of return . A day of celebrating t

As October deepens and the light thins, the world begins its slow descent into darkness. Leaves fall like quiet prayers. The air sharpens. Shadows stretch earlier across the earth. This is the season of Samhain; the ancient threshold where the veil between worlds grows thin, and remembering becomes a sacred act. Samhain invites us to pause. To listen. To honor. To remember the ones who walked before us and the ones we still carry in our hearts. It is not a season of fear. It

Grief often resists language. It lives in silence, in the spaces between words, in the ache that feels beyond expression. Yet writing can become a ritual vessel; an elegy that carries sorrow into form, shaping absence into presence. T o write through grief is not to resolve it, but to honor it, to give it voice, and to let it breathe. 🌌 What Is an Elegy? An elegy is a poem or piece of writing that mourns loss. Traditionally, it is composed for the dead, but elegy can also ho

Every year on October 15th, candles are lit around the world; tiny flames flickering in windows, on porches, in bedrooms, in hospital rooms, in quiet corners where grief has lived unspoken. This is Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Day , a day to honor the babies who never took a breath, the ones who lived only moments, the ones who were held for too short a time, and the ones who were never held at all. It is a day for the parents whose arms ache with emptiness. A day for th

Every year on October 10th, the world pauses for World Mental Health Day ; a day dedicated to awareness, understanding, and compassion for the struggles that often remain unseen. For those who are grieving, this day carries a particular resonance. Grief is not only an emotional experience. It is a mental, physical, spiritual, and cognitive one. It reshapes the mind as much as it reshapes the heart. On this day, we honor the tender intersection where grief and mental health me

Change is rarely linear. It arrives in cycles, dissolving what has been and nourishing what is yet to come. In this dance of transformation, mushrooms emerge as profound guides. They remind us that metamorphosis is not sudden; it is a process of decay, renewal, and emergence. In grief work, mushrooms become teachers of resilience, showing us how endings feed beginnings. 🌌 Mushrooms as Threshold Beings Mushrooms thrive in liminal spaces, between life and death, growth and dec

Constellations have always been more than stars. They are stories etched across the night sky, guiding travelers, marking seasons, and offering meaning to those who look upward. In ritual practice, constellations become maps, not only of the heavens, but of our inner journeys. They remind us that grief, healing, and transformation are part of a larger cosmic pattern. 🌌 Constellations as Story Every constellation carries myth, memory, and metaphor. Orion, Perseus, Cassiopeia;

Grief doesn’t move in straight lines. It doesn’t follow the calendar or obey the logic of time. Instead, it moves like water; rising, receding, returning in waves that catch us off guard. And often, those waves arrive with the seasons. A scent in the air, a shift in the light, a familiar temperature on the skin; these small sensory changes can stir memories we didn’t realize were still so close to the surface. The body remembers what the mind has tucked away. The heart recogn

There are loves that arrive quietly; on four paws, with soft eyes, warm breath, and a presence that settles into our lives before we even realize how deeply they’ve rooted themselves in our hearts. And when they’re gone, the world feels different. Quieter. Emptier. Forever changed. Pet Memorial Day  is a day to honor those beloved companions; the animals who walked beside us, comforted us, taught us, and loved us with a purity that asked for nothing more than our presence. It

There is a moment each year; subtle, almost imperceptible, when summer exhales and autumn takes its first breath. The air shifts. The light softens. The trees begin their slow, deliberate release. It is a season that teaches us how to let go with grace, how to loosen our grip without abandoning what is sacred. For those who are grieving, autumn can feel like a mirror. A reminder that letting go is not the same as forgetting. A reminder that release can be gentle. A reminder t