10/13/2026
f you are interested in engaging more with your own grief and grief tending, please check out my next piece. This piece speaks to motherhood as grief, breaking dysfunctional ancestral patterns of silence and denial, while feeling into the relativity and connection that our own grief work offers to ourselves and others. Grief and uncertainty are like the connective tissue that connects us to humans and the more than human world.
Entering into fall, the place between light and dark, and getting more comfortable and familiar in the darkness. Often in grief our protective strategies and personas no longer work or even exist, as grief strips us raw with nothing for our egos or familiar personalities to hide. In grief our own personhood and lives are shattered. How do we put together these pieces that have become fragmented but are not fully broken, but just need to be rearranged, as the world we knew, no longer exists. In grief, normalcy does not exist. Often in grief the only constants are uncertainty and the unknown.
In fall we often welcome change, but what if the change in our lives, ourselves and loved ones, is not the change that we imagined, hoped for our dreamed of? What do we do with the grief of this?
If these are questions you are curious about, please read and share.
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