A grief ritual. We did it again. We laid the stones, lit the fire, called in the sisters and the spirits and let go. Singing, moving, crying, supporting, falling, rising, breathing, drumming…
I am grateful for these hills, the creeks, rain, snow and wind. I am grateful for wise mother moon and the sun, sometimes shining down and warming my skin and very often hiding. You all nourish me and I am an extension of you.
I am grateful for the ancestral guardians of this place, the Kanien’kehá:ka people, who honor mother earth and lay down their lives to protect her. This land was stolen from them through deceit, broken promises and bloodshed. To this day, indigenous people are on the front lines of protecting our planet from extractive industries that destroy everything in their path. You can learn more and support the Wet’suwet’en people at http://www.yintahaccess.com.
I am grateful for my sister who taught me deep love, unwavering support and through her death, perseverance through incredible grief.
Our gathering and collective release was a stone thrown into a lake. Under the surface, stress, anger and loneliness swirl. With each brave step forward, the ripples pass through us, through our close ones and out into the world. It felt so very right.
With my re-found friend and soul sister, anything is possible. I am grateful for you, Erin. Expect great things to come!
May you, oh reader, find a way to release what is holding you back, so that life can flow through you once more.