THE CIRCLING AND SPIRALING OF GRIEF
Perhaps in the end, all therapy is grief therapy.
Not only grief for that which we have lost, but for everything that has remained unlived.
For the love we needed but never received.
For the words we never learned to speak.
For the instincts we had to bury.
For the creativity that was shamed or forgotten.
For the joy we could not trust.
And also the grief that moves through wider, ancestral and collective fields — the unlived life of our culture, the losses our lineages never wept, the ruptures our world has not yet metabolized, the grief of the Earth herself, aching in our bones and breath.
Grief lives in the soma — in the belly, heart, throat, and nervous system. It takes up residence as tears, as numbness, compression, exhaustion, emptiness, as wild undomesticated rage.
As a figure in a dream, a wave of longing, a homesickness that has no map. Its timeline is not found in psychiatric manual or insurance panels, nor is it found in disembodied therapies and spiritual techniques.
The heart is endless and grief may be a companion for the duration of a life. It is not so much a process as a non-linear, unfolding partner. It moves not by way of straight line, but by circle and spiral.
It is an invitation into relationship, one that is alive with the activity of death and rebirth, washing us out from the inside and preparing the field for new life.
Grief is not an obstacle to the path. It is the path.
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