30/05/2026
Last night I had a Closing of the Bones ceremony, a ceremony often used to honour life transitions 🐦🔥
For me, it was an honouring of grief, inspired in part by The Wild Edge of Sorrow.
I was honouring the grief of chronic illness and my choice to have my sterilisation surgery to avoid passing on my genetic condition, of no longer having the capacity I once had, and of finally letting go of the person I’ve spent nearly ten years trying to get back to.
This past year has been about meeting that grief rather than resisting it, whilst also finding awe and wonder in who I am becoming, in the depths I’ve met within myself without pushing beyond my body’s needs and in my growing capacity to sit with the grief of others without turning away.
The whole evening felt deeply symbolic. The fire crackling beside me, the earth around me, the birds singing. Earlier that day my dog had killed a bird in the garden just before the ceremony and it somehow felt representative of death and rebirth, endings and beginnings 🕊️
By the time I emerged from the unwrapping there were only a few embers left in the fire 🔥
I came out feeling such expansion, joy, peace and stillness, like a deep breath and a new chapter unfolding 🧡
I wish we had more spaces in our society for grief, more places where it could be witnessed and held without needing to be fixed, when grief is given space, something within us can finally begin to soften.