Grief Support
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This grief support group is intended to be a safe, supportive and non-judgmental space to be held and witnessed by each group member. Grief work is hard work and takes tremendous courage, vulnerability and compassion for one’s suffering. The purpose of this group is not therapy. I highly encourage all group members to be under the care of an individual therapist to provide additional support and further processing.
I will serve as a facilitator and guide, holding the container, not as your therapist. I will draw upon my professional experiences and my experiences as a fellow co-journer.
“Grief work offers us a trail leading back to the vitality that is our birthright. When we fully honor our many losses, our lives become more fully able to embody the wild joy that aches to leap from our hearts into the shimmering world.”
– Francis Weller
– Slow down and make space for your grief
– Build capacity to stay present with grief
– Reimagine life alongside your grief
– Open to more vulnerability and joy
– Feel more embodied and less disconnected
– Hold your suffering with more love and compassion
We all share stories of grief and loss and is the one thing that we all will experience at some point in our lives. Grief can have an impact on how we see ourselves, our relationships and our worldview.
This grief support group is for Black-identified folx to feel safe and comfortable around how their grief and coping is informed by their family, culture and community.
The poem below written by Maya Angelou speaks to immeasurabe losses, like a parent.
When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken.
Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance ofdark, cold caves.
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
― Maya Angelou
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