Grief as a sacred practice
Folks keep saying that the last few days during my grandfather’s funeral must have been hard and stressful...
... and to be completely honest ...
They weren't.
It's been grounding and healing.
It's been full of love, sadness, ease and connection ❤
It's asked me to slow down and be really present.
It's asked me to lean into all of my tools.
To be open and curious.
To deepen my connection to my ancestors and ancestorial way of being 🪔
To have fun and laugh as we told stories remembering my grandpa.
This time has asked me to deeply embody peace. Not just think it, but BE it.
The days around when my grandfather passed have invited me to drop any remaining shields my being has held up - the stories I've held about family and being misunderstood - so that I could fully and simply be present and with all of the above.
This is the power of living life conciously, intentionally with mindful presence and open awareness.
The days around the funeral were intense and full, but that doesn't mean they were hard and stressful.
When we practice living fully with the mind, body, heart and soul turned on and activated...
When all parts of our being work together, in sync and in tandem...
We embrace the journey of life - including the challenges and difficulties - as beautiful experiences. As beautiful as the joy and ease and amazing parts.
With love and ease wherever you are on this journey of life.
I'm here with you ✌🕊
And honoured and proud and excited that this continues to be my life's work - personally and as a coach.
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