Theme: The Bridge of Grief

A tender exploration of grief as revolution and communal healing, featuring tarot medicine for collective transformation and practices for becoming doulas of our own sadness in a culture that has severed us from elder-guided mourning.

I send this medicine bundle to you in hopes that you are well. That wellness makes its own shape and sound in your body. I hope it burrows a home within you, even in moments of grief.

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I remember being a child and learning that adults weren't always safe. When we are young we must adapt quickly, and I learned that to be safe, I could morph myself into something they could handle. It kept me alive. But it had a cost. This month I have been grieving for that child. For my child. For the child my wife once was. I've been existentially grieving for all children. For a culture that forces us to reckon with a loss of safety before we even know what the word means.

Grief is making its home in our bodies. This feels like a revolution.

I believe that part of the trauma of our culture is that we have lost our capacity to grieve. We have been taught in a culture of half-truths that grief is a distraction, a waste of time, that it pulls us away from what is most important—productivity, work, and all the things that must be done.

Our grief is inconvenient. But perhaps we have been breast-fed the allure of convenience from birth. Perhaps we have been hypnotized into believing that the convenient thing is the best thing. So when suffering is at our door, we do a kind of math that makes us wrong for greeting it.

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