11/10/2025
Grief and winter share a quiet language — one of stillness, softness, and slow renewal. ❄️
Yesterday brought our first real snowfall of the season. I couldn’t resist heading out to the preserve, just a few minutes from home, to walk beneath the quiet sky. As the snow fell softly around me, I couldn’t help but notice the similarities between winter weather and grief.
When grief settles in, it arrives like a winter storm — blanketing our entire inner landscape. Much like snow that finds its way to the forest floor beneath a dense canopy of trees, grief, too, touches every corner of our lives. It changes how we feel about our work, our hobbies, the shows that once made us laugh, and even how we connect with those we love. Nothing remains untouched; everything takes on a quieter tone, as if the world itself has softened beneath the weight of loss.
And yet, as winter yields to spring, so too does grief begin — ever so slowly — to thaw. The light returns gently, the air softens, and what once felt frozen begins to move again. Though the landscape is changed, life stirs beneath the surface, reminding us that even within sorrow, the promise of renewal endures.
🌿 Have you noticed your own “seasons” of grief — the winters, and the slow signs of spring? I’d love to hear how nature mirrors your healing.
I offer 30-minute and 60-minute sessions for those who need gentle companioning through grief or transition. Please reach out if you feel called.