Loss and love are inseparable, you cannot have one without the other. Exploring Loss allows us to process feelings in order to encourage emotional intelligence.
The more we open our hearts to connection, kindness and love, the more we will experience loss. But how do we stay present in uncertain times? How do we find hope in the darkness? Group rituals are one way to process grief, whatever its cause, in shared held spaces, to find a route back to love.
Grief Tending in community is a practice to explore loss. It is a powerful tool to complement cognitive therapies which may offer a wider framework and ongoing support.
Passionate about being alive, Tony and Sarah invite you to explore the powerful landscape of Grief Tending with them. Please contact us if you would like to enquire about any of our Grief Tending workshops, discuss our venue or creating a bespoke ceremony. For more information about our workshops, see Grief Tending Events.
By nature curious, Sarah has had a long-term enquiry into death, dying and grief. She is a ‘celebratory artist’, decorating ritual spaces, designing and being a celebrant at funerals, painting coffins and exploring mortality in her art. Tony has kept people’s toes tapping with his Death Disco. They also hold Death Cafes.
“Grief is subversive, undermining the quiet agreement to behave and be in control of our emotions. It is an act of protest that declares our refusal to live numb and small.” Francis Weller
A poem written in honour of the grief work we have been exploring by our friend Kimwei McCarthy
I Lost You
So I lost you
like a moment falling into a stream,
like the last recall of a dream.
I lost you
to time (which steals loss away),
to let me mend again
and I lost you
and the memory of you
to my own graveyard of thoughts
where each day new losses land
and I mourn without remembering
what or who I mourn.
For who can afford to feel
their whole life in sharp detail
each day cut like crystal:
a dazzling, infinite display
at first joyful
then painful infinity,
blinding to the last,
until such currency is worthless,
is its own paralysis?
I drop a tear in a trickle to a stream
allowing you to fall away
as the memory of a dream
just as an echo gently dies to let the mountain sit tall.