White Rose Healing

12/05/2025

12/05/2025

The ‘holly jolly’ season is anything but for those in grief. So many triggers.. where to start! The way to navigate this time is by being true to you. Listening to your body and really feeling into what is uplifting for you and what is not. Saying no to an activity that feels draining is the biggest gift you can offer yourself

12/03/2025

Losing someone dear to you is challenging enough, but to lose someone in the breath of time it takes to say I love you adds extra layers that must be dealt with first.

Our minds are slow to comprehend, tragic sudden news. We reach out to anything to make sense of what we hear yet in the meantime, our bodies are moving into hyperdrive.

Grief and trauma can live within the body, so it is so important to learn to listen carefully to what the body is saying to you moment by moment . Kindness and patience are your friends in these early days. Gentle movement to help heal a shattered energy field.

Welcome to our tribe of grieving women moving with intention from crisis to transformation. 💝

10/09/2025

This morning I was granted a gift. The gift that is our week of fall break, no rush, rush to get daughter to high school.

I was allowed the slide into the morning in the manner which suits me best.

Rising pre-dawn and walking out into the rainforest stillness, offering ritual and welcoming the new day.

And of course writing about it! If you'd like to share in these liminal moments, click the link to read of my adventures. Perhaps consider subscribing to my substack to join my growing community in that space,

Prayer of Love

09/14/2025

Getting back to podcasting after many strong nudges from Spirit.

Aloha Divine Ones,The transmission today focuses on SLOW.  You might think that the world is anything but at this moment, right?  I mean, how did we get to September?!?!Please know, says Spirit, that the fast moving, frenetic pace is an ...

08/01/2025

Today would have been my partner, Pete's, 58th birthday.

I remember the first birthday we celebrated together. We were not then quite a couple, still enjoying the sweetness and electric sparks that is a new relationship.

We went to Pequod's Pizza Chicago in Chicago, the middle of a steamy summer day. We met his DJ friends and ordered pitchers and pizza as one does when they are young. Conversation flowed.

As we left the restaurant I remember telling him that it was early yet and I had time. It was his birthday after all, what did he want to do. I remember we went to Lake Michigan and just sat and talked until the sun started to set.

Pete loved to talk. I think none of his friends would call him quiet. He loved to share stories and he loved music. Music being his number one topic to talk about other than his beloved Newcastle Football.

He had great stories. My academic traditional background couldn’t hold a candle to his rock and roll adventures.

I loved to see how happy he looked sharing his stories. I would just listen, watching him, mesmerized by his tales.

When he died it was the silence that nearly swallowed me whole. No music Sundays, no rock and roll lessons or this band or another.

The music, as his voice, just stopped.

So today on his 58th birthday, I honor his memory with love.

There is still always this cement block of sadness that I carry with me.

No lighthearted dinner to celebrate. No clinking of glasses or happy birthday.

Just memories.

Silence and sadness.

*** I share this post with all as it is so important to honor our Beloved Dead. Their stories, their foibles and joys, passions and annoyances. They are part of us and with us always. In my widow's groups we take time to honor these special days in community. We forge new relationships with our Loved Ones, honoring them and remembering.

With love and gratitude,
Mea

07/25/2025

Just sending a little ALOHA Friday to everyone...