Grief is held in our wombs, in our cells, in the human pain and inherited shame— our collective body.
It is not a journey of transcendence but of descent and retrieval. INto the body, INto the wound, INto the forgotten.
It is encoded in us, under the anger& numbness, wound tightly around our luminous light. It takes a passionate and courageous leap of the heart, mind and body.
AND, there are ways to work with GRIEF in an ‘active’ way and not be drowned by it.
This is what we need most at these times.
We need women and men willing to grieve the losses, betrayals, abuse and oppression, in order to retrieve the sacred service we’re here to express, as an embodiment of divine love.