A bald eagle flies alone through a clear blue March sky above bare winter trees, with small dark birds perched still in the branches below.

Grief doesn’t follow the rules they told you it would.

And you don’t have to grieve the way anyone else tells you to.

I know grief from the inside.

I lost my husband. I live with childlessness. I have buried a parent, stood beside friends in their worst hours, and held the quiet ache of dreams that will never arrive in the form I imagined.
Grief has shaped me more than anything else in my life. Not broken me — shaped me. There is a difference, though it took me years to feel it.
I am not a grief expert who learned this from a textbook. I am a woman who has had to find her way through the dark, again and again, and who has built a life — a whole, meaningful, spiritual life — inside the truth of what loss does to a person.
That is what I bring when I sit with you.

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THE GRIEF YOU MIGHT BE CARRYING

I show up for grieving people in four ways — as companion, doula, educator, and coach. Not everyone needs all four. Some people need one. You’ll know which one is calling you.

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