A Year of Grief Magic

The first cohort of Mother Wort and Rose‘s Grief Magic class concluded our year-long study/creation/gathering/portal at the beginning of April and I can say it was truly one of the most beautiful and expansive experiences of my life as a grief tender and a death worker.

The last year has been transition after expansion after contraction over and over and over again in my life and the lives of my beautiful classmates and teacher. To have been held in my grief in such a gorgeous container, and to have had the opportunity to hold them in theirs, has been a gift season after season.

For this last class, we were invited to bring an object we want to carry forward from each season we were together, and we also got to decide what we were letting go of. Each of the objects here are delicately held and deeply felt gifts of all my life has been through in the last year. My mushroom-covered notebook is filled with art and writing and words I got to create with and alongside my cohort.

Magical objects to carry forward with me.

If you want to deepen your relationship with grief, give yourself the gift of signing up for one of Mara’s beautiful offerings. The day Grief Magic ended was the first day in 18 months I was not in one of their classes, and I feel a little wobbly-legged and wishing I could have lingered a bit longer. I am a better, more open, and more thoughtful grief tender because of all I’ve learned from Mara, and I am filled to the brim with gratitude for the fierce care I’ve received in their containers.

Onward to new paths and new learnings, but I imagine it won’t be long before I’m back. 🩷 you Motherwort and Rose . Thank you for all of everything you’ve given me just by existing and teaching your beautiful work. ✨

Notebook full of Grief Magic writing.