02/06/2026
Grief doesn’t always arrive as tears or dramatic waves.
So often it simply settles — quietly, steadily — in the chest, in the shallow breath, in the heaviness that gathers in the hands or across the shoulders.
Even after the mind has neatly filed it away as ‘processed,’ the body continues to hold what was never fully given room to move.
This is the tender territory I walk with people in my work: helping them slow down enough to notice where grief or stuck emotions have quietly taken up residence in the body, and offering simple, gentle ways to finally meet it there…
A hand resting on the heart, a longer exhale with a soft sound, a moment of letting the shoulders drop — so the weight no longer has to be carried alone in silence.
And this is also the work I’m doing right now for myself. ❤️🩹
As I navigate my own grief, I’m leaning into these same small, honest practices — day after day, breath after breath — with the steady presence of my support system beside me.
It’s humbling to discover how much my body has been holding for me all along, and how much gentler it feels when I stop trying to think my way through it and simply let myself be with it.
There’s a quiet power in realising the body isn’t behind or broken — it’s been faithfully holding space for the loss this whole time.
And now, both in my own life and in the space I hold for others, we get to meet it there, together. 🙏✨
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