Death & Grief Work

Death and Grief Work throughout history has always been a communal, relational, collective endeavor. It has been guided by communities, by families, by ecosystems and only in the last  70-100 years has death and birth, especially in the western world, become an institutionalized enterprise. 

Being guardians of death was the rite of passage that allowed us to truly live with and for each other. When this sacred ceremony was taken from our homes, our communities and our families, to then be pathologized and capitalized on, we severed our connection to the wisdom of the earth within and all around us.


In Capitalist Colonial Whiteness Culture; goodness, productivity, and purity are valued above all else. We've damned the flow of the eternal river but forgotten that no matter how much we attempt perfection, the cracks and ruptures that spill through, contain the essence of ever-flowing life. To allow ourselves to fall through these broken and lost pieces of our journeys is to embrace our remembrance, our wholeness in all its sacred imperfections. 

As we walk, this journey shall lead us to the ancient ones, to the ancestors that guide every step of the way, to the memories, stories, dreams and medicines that have been forgotten but never truly lost.

If you find yourself at a crossroads, in a space of liminality or at the threshold of death, grief or loss of any kind, remember you are not alone. Root deeply into the soil beneath your feet, into the darkness, into the womb of the divine mother where you will receive all that you are. 

If you choose to be held, witnessed, and supported on your journey through these thresholds, I will be honoured to walk alongside you as you discover the ancestral wisdom, peace, and strength already within you.

As I move through my life there's an awareness that has emerged through the continuous unveiling of layers, people, places, ideas, beliefs and dreams; parts of who I am that were either ripped from me or like grains of sand slipped right through my fingers, planting seeds in the cosmic web of life. Each of these moments, experiences, yearnings and paths that could have been but never were or that were but just as quickly as they came disappeared back into the river from which they arose.

If all things return back from the places they came then why does the pain of loss keep us frozen in time? How do we allow ourselves and each other to assist and serve this eternal flow of life and death that exists in each breath we take, song we sing, chapter we walk?

To awaken to our Grief is to open the labyrinth of winding roads which inevitably leads us back to death, to life, to love.

In this western culture within modern contexts we've forgotten how to witness and hold the deep wisdom death and loss have to offer us.

To honour death is to honour life. How we choose to honour our many deaths is how we choose to honour the multiplicity of lives that exist through time and space.