The Grief Practice - An Exploration & Explanation of Grief In The Body

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Often this idea of “controlling our emotions”

Sometimes grief wafts in through the vents while w

Sometimes grief wafts in through the vents while we sleep
infusing our dreams with them and our waking with a new kind of melancholy.

Sometimes grief pelts the windows and roof shingles all day long
relentless with its presence and pounding
demanding we notice it.

Sometimes grief crawls into our arms as we weep
aching to let us know we are not as alone as we feel
immune to rejection from us because it is us.

Sometimes grief smokes us out of our own heart
forcing us into our arms or other people’s arms
until one day we realize it’s safe to return, we can breathe here again
be here again.

Sometimes grief lands on our shoulder in a moment of silence or peace or laughter
because there is finally room for it
to be seen, named, known.

Sometimes grief holds us hostage and sometimes grief sets us free
knowing we are neither the captive or the freed
always we are the one who holds and beholds both.

Lovingly yours xox-Monique
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#onwardcourageousheart #griefinthebody #hopeinthebody #grief #griefsupport #consciousness #metacognition

The way we - the friends, family, therapists, teac

For the children who have died in our bellies, arm

For the children who have died
in our bellies, arms or schools
from oppression, violence, or their own hand

For the parents left behind
losing their breath, mind, or spirit
as the world goes dark every morning they wake up without them

For the families and communities who stand together
tethered to hope and humanity
who find their own way through and to the hinterlands of loss and life

For the classrooms and churches we live and die in
the teachers and gods we trust in
who hold our human and our being in times of joy, terror and sorrow

For the yous and the mes
who want to run and hide like they would have if they could have
who instead will live and rise
because we can
because we must.
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#wehumanon #grief #childloss

This idea of presencing ourselves and our grief.

This idea of presencing ourselves and our grief.

That as we stay aware of, attune to, and acknowledge our self and our experience of grief, a kind of permission is granted. From us, to us. To be ourselves. To grieve freely. To be loved for it and through it and by it.

To not have to let them go or exile the part of us that doesn’t know how to live without them, that will always choose the past over the present and hell over healing every time because it’s closer to them.

That we can care for and carry forward that part of us. Tend to it tenderly, meet it and love it like only we can. For as long as needed. Perhaps one day we go looking for it and it’s not there anymore, separate and separated from us. It’s been absorbed back into our wholeness.

So that instead of having to do more to escape ourselves or our feeling, our own presencing is a kind of undoing of the layers of patterning that keep us from grieving.

A way of being that does not require leaving, but does require arriving, heart in stitches, in tow, or falling off our sleeve, to this moment right here and now, the only place that can hold them and then with the grace they and we deserve.

Yours in the caring and carrying xox-Monique
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#wehumanon #griefinthebody #hopeinthebody #grief #griefsupport

Tonight I honor the mother I am and the mother I

Tonight I honor the mother I am and
the mother I thought I’d be
the mother I had and
the mother I wish I had.

I stretch my heart over the cavern of then and now, them and me (the four lost babies and the one I kiss on the forehead tonight) with a guitar-string kind of tenuous-tautness. I am not the cavern or the strings. I am the vibration that rises in between.

In the movement I find my self. Not the one that lost or the one that found, but the one that holds my human and is my being.

This, this is what feels true this year.

The noticing, acknowledging and welcoming-naming of my experience. The setting it free to flow through me, beyond me, to shape-shift and return to me in whatever form is needed now.

May our hearts be met with every kindness needed to heal, mourn, and human on.

More clearly yours xox-Monique
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#ihadamiscarriage #actuallyihadfour #mothersday #griefinthebody #hopeinthebody #speakyourtruth #traumainformedcare #grief #healing #miscarriage

Baring our hearts helps us bear our hearts, with a

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