In the years that have followed her death I have found deep medicine in my sorrow. I’ve been met by generous teachers who have offered me care in the form of wisdom, community, art, therapeutic tools, ritual, story, herbalism, and much more. These life-giving processes have helped me to make meaning out of the wreckage, bringing transformation and growth. They’ve infused my deepest suffering with a sense of love, mystery, and beauty.
There is a lacuna- a great gap, a void, in our culture. Many people feel it when a loved one dies, the avoidance of grief and death, when what we need most is connection.
Loss will always bring profound suffering, but it does not have to bring suffering alone. Community, culture, wisdom, and mystery are waiting for us, they are here to hold us in our grief.
Come with me, no one should have to walk alone.