20/10/2025
We’re nearing the end of Held - a five day journey through Weller’s Gates of Grief:
1. Everything you love you will lose
2. The places that have not known love
3. What we expected and did not receive
4. ancestral grief
5. The sorrows of the world
6. The harms weve caused others
Each day, we’ve also entered another chamber of the heart - the Personal Heart, the Relational Heart, the Ancestral Heart, the Earth Heart, the Collective Heart and and tomorrow, the Universal Heart.
listening for the medicine in each, letting the land and the mystery and the Celtic myth of Mis guide the way.
We’ve sat in circle and ceremony.
We’ve let the land dream through us.
We’ve sat by the fire, star-gazed, rested, bathed outdoors under the moon, swum, napped, cried, laughed, and healed. Our incredible bodyworkerJaime-Lee Hind from Embodied Therapeutics turned up yesterday to offer us body work sessions. We have tended deeply to our nervous systems by learning to move at the pace of a rock.
All the while, the mystery has been holding us.
And we’ve eaten incredible food.
Before arriving here, I’d just finished a three day training for Air Services Australia in Brisbane.
I wasn’t happy about the scheduling, I’d never usually place two big pieces of work back to back, but it was the date they needed.
And yet, it’s been such a blessing to feel the contrast between the two worlds of my work: standing at the front of a room teaching, and then days later, standing barefoot in the grass, guiding in slowness, silence and presence, with nap times woven in for all of us.
When I came to this land, I felt like I finally took the exhale I’d been waiting for all year.
Working outdoors, where I can see the sky and the birds and the creatures and touch the ground is always deeply restorative.
Im proud of the way this work has come together, this retreat material unfolded over years of reflection.
This work of learning to be with grief through the body takes so much courage. Im in awe of the healing that has happened here.
🌱 Held - A Holy Heart Immersion.
May we never forget the medicine that lives in slowness, in the land, and in each other.
