09/04/2025
The collective energy of grief has shown up very strongly for me this evening.
'Our tears for the old will water the seeds of the new.'
Cry your tears, scream your rage to the heavens. Our grief is love and justice and sacred rage.
It is energy calling to be moved through us and from us 🖤✨️
Shake, dance, pound the earth with your fists.
Let it move through you.
And it is so, and so it is.
Beneath the surface of chaos, in the dark that is still, but not silent; there is a profound transformation of consciousness invoking us.
The atmosphere is tinged with loss and grief.
Nothing is what it was, nor are things what they might seem.
There is no way to know where all of this is going.
What is ending or what is beginning.
Everything feels like the edge of a razor.
Tender to touch.
We witness the death of a world we thought was clear, distinct and relatively predictable in its functioning.
Grief is the most natural response to loss.
Grief is also the death process for the living.
Grieving heals the psyche.
It transforms the quality of our consciousness, opens our awareness and alters our sense of self.
Grief releases the stronghold of negative beliefs and cobbled together identities.
Grief liberates the essential Self from the ego.
It is only through metabolizing the pain of loss that the consciousness of a culture, the ancestral nervous system or the collective psyche begins to take a new shape.
We are reaching the crescendo of surrender, or collapse, to the transformation summoning us now.
The more we avoid honoring the grief we feel, the more afraid we will become.
Grieving is an act of self-love as much as an expression of care for what we've lost.
The more we try to protect ourselves from grief, the less safe we will feel.
Suppressing grief is stressful.
It needs to go somewhere.
We will either turn it in on ourselves, which transforms into self-hate, or project it onto others around us, which also transforms into...hate.
In a world that has made the art and ceremony of grieving taboo, our grief becomes a form of resistance, a path of liberating ourselves, each other and psyche of the world.
The less calcified the grief is in our systems, the more resilient we can be in dark times.
Grief longs to flow.
It needs this movement just like water does.
It is not meant to stay stuck, only being processed in the mental body.
Dance your grief.
Shake it out.
Make a ritual of it.
Pray your grief.
Sing your grief.
Drum out your grief.
Make offerings of your grief to
the land,
a tree,
river or sea.
Draw your grief.
Feed your body.
Rest your body.
Listen and write what your grief has to say.
Share your grief with allies.
Name these losses out loud.
Beneath all grief is a river of passion, love and raw life force that has prayers for this one wild precious life.
Let your tears water the seeds of these prayers.
Live into them.
Make the space to grieve.
Let your heart become fearless.
May our holy broken hearts be the temple of resistance and resilience where others can take shelter.
More love,
not less.
Art by Laura Makabresku
