I almost decided to skip doing a show today. To stay internal with my tenderness and quiet in my Grief.

It has been quite a week. Almost two weeks, in fact.

I have much experience in these realms. I am made to See in the darkness.

I am used to doing it with swiftness and courage. Dispatching the demons with sureness and precision.

But this particular dark place was of an entirely different nature. In it there was only Slow and Stupid.

I could only get out by wallowing in the depression and waiting, waiting for someone to come get me - and when (and whether) that would ever happen was entirely unclear.

It was worrisome to my loved Ones. My people aren’t used to seeing me rendered so utterly Help-less and Despairing.

I ate and ate and slept and slept. I shuffled around my house and drove around in my car eating doughnuts and sobbing to sad music.

I mourned the distance between my estranged mother and me. I lamented the state of the planet and the women I love who are taking detours on their path to consciousness - or are taking themselves off the path entirely.

Everywhere I turned I faced the impending Doom of our planet and our species.

Hello Darkness, my Old Friend.

In between trips to Taco Bell and binge watching Penny Dreadful, I reached out for support.

I placed myself in the hands of those who love me.

We waited, we watched, we gave It the space to bring Its Medicine.

Fully.

And then it did. In the most brilliant, heart broken open, Holy Shit kind of way… It Did.

On Wild Soul Medicine Radio today I will share it with you.

In all the gloriously gory, Grace-filled details, I will sit in the center of Our Tribe.

Grieving.

“Grief is the praise of those we have lost. Our own Souls who have
loved and are now heartbroken would turn to stone and hate us if
we did not show such praise when we lose whom we love… To NOT
grieve is a violence to the Divine and our own hearts… If we do not
grieve what we miss, we are not praising what we love… If we do not
praise whom we miss, we are ourselves in some way dead.
So grief and praise make us alive.”
- Martin Prechtel

It takes a Tribe to grieve properly. Sacred Witnesses to stand in the celebration of Grief as Praise.

To allow the rending of the garments of One’s Soul Love to be an opening of Remembrance in Your Own Soul.

Come join me in The Wake of What Was.

Today We Grieve.