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➳ flower fairy × therapist 🌸
♥ gardening through grief 🫶🏻🌿
✨ creating sanctuary for hearts learning to hold both ache and wonder
Let’s work together⬇️

https://adventuringloss.janeapp.com/ #/staff_member/7

05/12/2026

Late spring magic… 🥹💜

✨ And GUESS WHAT!

It is *almost* time to come and visit my garden to do some plant shopping!

🌱 This season I’m growing a joy inducing,curated collection of perennial flowers, collector peonies, cottage garden favourites, pollinator plants, climbing vines, and a few very special surprises.

Here’s a sneak peek at what’s growing on this spring:

🌸 PEONIES
‘Bridal Shower’
‘Miss America’
‘Etched Salmon’
‘Cora Louise’
‘Canary Brilliants’
‘Magical Mystery Tour’
‘High Noon’
‘Shimadaijin’

🌿 ECHINACEA
‘Rainbow Marcella’
‘Carrot Cake’
Double ‘Lemon Drop’

🌸 ASTRANTIA
‘Burgundy Manor’

🌿 HELENIUM
‘Moerheim Beauty’

🌸 VERONICA
‘Sunny Border Blue’
‘First Love’
‘Lavender Lightsaber’

🌿 SEDUM
‘Matrona’

🌸 POTENTILLA
‘Monarch’s Velvet’

🌿 Plus:
Black-eyed Susan vines
Honeysuckle
Pink valerian
Dahlias
Matilija poppies
Lemongrass + Hibiscus (hello, tea making!)
…plus a tried and tested collection of my favourite shrubs which I’ll share more about later!

Stay tuned for:
🌸 garden bundles
✨ collector releases
🌱 preorder opportunities
…and lots of behind-the-scenes growing as the season. Oh, and did I mention fresh flower bouquet’s? 🌈

This is just the beginning and I would appreciate SO VERY MUCH if you could share this with any Vancouver Island garden lovers! 😘

✨ Which plants are you eyeing up from list of sneak peeks? 👀⤵️ (the right answer is ALL OF THEM) 😇

04/02/2026

Hi, it’s me. 👋🌸 And I may have accidentally started a tiny flower nursery! 😇

Some of you have been here a while. You might even have dahlias in your garden or memories of colourful spring and summer bouquet’s from seasons past.

And some of you found me through the grief work - my focus in recent years, the other thing that lives in my heart alongside all of this.

Therapist X Flower Fairy 🧚‍♀️
…same same, but different 😂

Anyways, I walked around my backyard recently and looked - really looked - at 8+ years of intentional collecting. Of saying yes to that peony, that climbing rose, that peculiar little potentilla. Of learning what actually thrives here in zone 8 Qualicum Beach, amongst the deer and the rabbits and the very audacious critters who think my garden is a buffet. 🐇

And it hit me. *I could share this.*
Beyond the tubers, beyond the bouquets…

Not truckloads of everything. Not a big box nursery. Something more like… an offering from one flower-obsessed heart to yours. Curated. Tried and tested. Grown with intention and a little bit of magic.

A tiny nursery.
A flower sanctuary in seedling form.
And me - the garden curator and flower grower 💃🏼

Offering a curated collection of plants with stories and properties and a certain kind of quiet medicine in them. Because flowers are magic and sharing my garden with others is always an absolute joy… 🤗

More on that soon. 🌿✨

TLDR: *I accidentally started a tiny flower nursery - and the most magical, intentionally curated plants will be available soon. Come along for the adventure.* 🌻🌿

03/28/2026

Sometimes, in grief, something happens that brings a moment of peace.
A dream. A sign. A conversation. A feeling you can’t quite explain.
And for a moment— you can breathe again.
🌿
But then comes the fear…
“What if it doesn’t last?” “What if I go back to how I was?” “What if this was the only time?”
🌙
And so instead of holding onto the peace… we start bracing for its loss.
🌸
But what if the moment was never meant to stay?
What if it came to show you what is still possible?
🌿
Not to replace your grief— but to sit beside it.

••••

If you can relate, I’m currently accepting new clients through for individuals seeking grief, loss and trauma counselling 🌻 To ensure access to support, a small number of spaces are sliding scale.

Link in bio if you’re ready to begin! ✨🌱

03/14/2026

✨ Sometimes grief asks us to wait. To sit with something unfinished longer than anyone around us seems comfortable with. ✨

The photo album still not made. The voicemail still not deleted. The room still exactly as they left it. The conversation you still aren’t ready to have. The ashes still sitting on the shelf, waiting for the right place, the right moment, the right words.

And yet… what if the timing feels peaceful? Like relief? Like purpose? 🌱

What if you simply weren’t ready yet, and your system knew that, even when the world around you didn’t?

Grief has its own calendar. Its own seasons. Its own underground root system working in ways we can’t always see or measure or explain to others. And so often we arrive carrying someone else’s timeline on top of our own. 💛

”Shouldn’t you be further along by now? It’s been so long. When are you going to move on?”

But from my heart to yours… 💌

•Crying when you thought you were finished crying. Right on time.

•Feeling nothing when you expected to feel everything.
Right on time.

•The rage arriving years later, finally finding its feet. Right on time.

•Laughing and feeling guilty for laughing.
Right on time.

•The anniversary hitting harder than the actual day. Right on time.

•The forgetting. The remembering. The relief. The ache returning just when you thought it had softened for good…

All of it. Right on time.

There is no behind in grief.
There is only where you are.
And where you are is enough.

You are right on time. 🌻

02/05/2026

✨ What if being strong didn’t mean keeping it together all the time?

Your body speaks in whispers before it shouts. Notice: the tight jaw, the shallow breath, that knot between your shoulder blades that won’t release. This is language.

What if the chronic pain that won’t quit is grief waiting to be cried? What if the 3am anxiety is anger you’ve been too kind to express? What if the exhaustion that sleep can’t touch is years of carefully tucked-away feeling, stored for a ‘later’ that hasn’t come?

Our bodies aren’t betraying us with these symptoms… they’re trying to wake us up. Trying to speak what our minds have learned to quiet.

Here’s what the body knows: healing isn’t about fixing what’s broken. It’s about finally listening. About giving permission for what’s been asking to move.

Permission to:
- Cry when the tears come (not just in bathrooms when no one’s watching)
- Shake, soften, fall apart
- Be inconvenient with your healing

Your tears aren’t weakness. Your trembling isn’t failure. Your body knows exactly how to release what you’ve been carrying—it’s just been waiting, so patiently, for you to say yes. 🌻

Healing happens at your pace, in your way. If you’re on Vancouver Island or beyond and seeking support for this journey, I hold space for exactly this kind of work. 💚

Schedule a counselling consultation here: https://adventuringloss.janeapp.com/ #/staff_member/7

01/11/2026

Grief can feel like waking up to a garden you no longer recognize. 🌿

Beds overgrown.
Edges softened.
Life pressing through in unexpected places.
What was once contained begins to sprawl.
What was quiet starts to reach.

We learned to keep things tidy.
To trim back anything that might spill or show.
To tend the prim and proper flower beds — upholding the kind of garden that appears cared for, controlled, respectable,
the one that reassures others (and maybe ourselves) that we are coping.

But gardens are always responding to what’s beneath the surface —
to seasons shifting, roots deepening, life reorganizing itself.

And grief has a way of outgrowing containment.

Eventually, the cracks begin to show.
Weeds press through the concrete.
What has been buried or held down for years begins to reach — instinctively — for light. ☀️

This isn’t a failure of tending.

It’s a sign that something alive has been asking to breathe.

In grief, the nervous system can no longer maintain the same tight grip. The body grows weary of holding everything together. And what rises may feel messy, unfamiliar, even frightening — emotions that won’t stay small, needs that refuse to be postponed, truths that ache to be spoken.

This is often the moment people whisper to themselves, ‘I think I’m falling apart…’

✨But in nature, wild growth is not collapse. It is reclamation.

Weeds are not mistakes.
They are resilient, adaptive, relentlessly alive.
They grow where conditions are harsh.
They insist on life where structure has grown too rigid.

Sometimes grief doesn’t ask us to tidy the garden.
It asks us to stop pretending it was ever meant to be perfectly managed. 🧚‍♂️

Let the unraveling happen.
Soften our grip.
Become more honest than composed.

In this kind of tending, wellness is no longer about control. It becomes an act of listening.
Of allowing what is alive in you to emerge — even if it changes the shape of the landscape entirely.

Grief makes space for a different kind of order.
One shaped by tenderness, truth, and a deepening trust in yourself.

You do not need to return to the garden you once maintained. You are allowed to grow something wilder now. 🌻🌿

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I am currently welcoming new clients over at - a leading online grief counselling clinic specializing in loss, trauma, and life transitions 🤍

Let’s connect: www.adventuringloss.com/counsellors

Know someone who may benefit with gentle support? Feel free to share! 💛🌻

01/09/2026

Why grief counselling.
Why flowers.
✨

Loss rearranges the inner landscape.
It alters how we relate to time, to meaning, to ourselves.
And while grief deserves to be honoured fully and without condition, there is no set timeline for what comes next.

My path into grief work grew slowly — through lived experience, through listening, through witnessing how deeply loss can change a life. I came to understand grief not as something to fix or move past, but as something that asks for care, patience, and space.

And flowers…🌻
Flowers became a teacher when least expected.

They remind us that nothing blooms all at once.
That some seasons are about rooting, not flowering.
That what looks quiet on the surface is often full of unseen work.

Working with flowers — tending them, observing their cycles — shaped how I hold space in grief.

With slowness.
With trust in the body’s wisdom to grow when it is safe to do so.

This is the spirit of my counselling work. 🌿

A space where grief is honoured without needing to be overcome and emotional expression is welcomed.
Where your nervous system sets the pace.
Where meaning is not forced, but allowed to emerge.
Where change is welcomed, *if* and when it’s ready.

And sometimes…
Not always, and not on demand…
Something begins to shift.

A deeper self-trust.
A widened capacity for feeling.
A different relationship to what has been lost.
A sense of growth that does not erase the grief, but lives alongside it. 🌺

That’s the quiet magic of grief work.
So much of it is something we move through internally and often alone, and yet, we don’t have to do it unsupported.

I am currently welcoming new clients over at - a leading online grief counselling clinic specializing in loss, trauma, and life transitions 🤍

Let’s connect: www.adventuringloss.com/counsellors

Know someone who may benefit with gentle support? Feel free to share! 💛🌻

07/01/2025

It happened again.
Grief found me in the garden 🌻

It often happens this way… in the stillness between moments, when the birdsong fills the air and my hands finally stop their constant doing. Grief doesn’t announce itself with fanfare. It arrives on quiet feet, catching up to me when I finally slow down enough to feel.

One moment I was laughing, enjoying the evening light across the flowers. The next, tears were streaming down my face, my heart remembering what my busy mind had temporarily set aside.

We’re not taught to make space for these moments. Our culture whispers that grief should follow a timeline, that stillness is unproductive, that feeling deeply is somehow a detour from “getting back to normal.”

But what if these garden moments—these unexpected collisions with our deepest feelings—are actually invitations? What if grief needs the sanctuary of stillness to do its essential work?

I’ve learned that grief is like the garden itself: it needs both tending and time, it grows in cycles, and sometimes the most beautiful blooms emerge from the deepest pain.

My journey with grief has taught me that there is profound wisdom in these quiet moments—wisdom that can only find us when we create space for it to arrive.

Is there a small corner of stillness you might create today? A single breath, a moment at a window, a pause between tasks? Your grief doesn’t need grand gestures. It simply needs to be acknowledged, to be given permission to exist alongside everything else you carry.

💫

I have a few spaces available for 1:1 grief, loss, and trauma counselling starting this week (virtually) through 🌸 If you’re feeling called to create a sanctuary for your grief journey, I’d be honored to walk alongside you.

www.chelseadawn.ca

If you don’t see a time that works for you, please reach out directly via the contact form ☀️💛

06/24/2025

Becoming a counsellor was never just a career move for me.

It’s been a quiet becoming.

A journey through my own seasons of grief, loss, uncertainty, and the kind of growth that only comes after it all falls apart. This work was born through experience — not in spite of it. A silent declaration formed while wandering my garden one winter’s day, a few years ago — created to honour someone special, and now fulfilled.

Now, I get to sit with individuals moving through their own threshold moments: heartbreak, life transitions, nervous system tenderness, and the ache of becoming who you truly are.

I’m proud to share that I’m now a Registered Therapeutic Counsellor (RTC-C), and beginning next week, I’ll be seeing clients through ‘Adventuring Loss’ — an incredible online clinic supporting those navigating the invisible weight of grief, loss, life transitions, and trauma.

If your inner garden is asking to be tended to — I’d be honoured to walk with you.

🌿 Direct booking link:
https://adventuringloss.janeapp.com/ #/staff_member/7
(and note I’m also able to accept clients with most extended benefits plans! 💛)

Learn more: www.chelseadawn.ca

Let’s celebrate! 🎉☀️🌻

04/25/2025

It’s rhododendron season and my yard has officially entered fairy portal status! 🧚

Deep pinks, dreamy purples, and those creamy whites that look like moonlight in petal form… it’s a full-body exhale out there 💛😍

My garden is a sanctuary. A soft place to land. A reminder that beauty still bursts forth, even after long winters. It offers peace for weary souls, and glimmers of hope found in the colours, scents and energy of each bloom. 🌱 I smile in awe hearing the incredible sound of a bumblebee chorus as dozens of them dance from flower to flower… and I wonder… how is it possible that one space holds so much magic. 🥹

If you need me, I’ll be out there drinking tea barefoot, talking to the blossoms like they’re old friends (because they are). 😇🌷🌿

Address

Qualicum Beach, BC
V9K1P7

Website

http://www.chelseadawn.ca/, https://adventuringloss.janeapp.com/#/staff_member/7

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