Rituals

Informed by my background in retreat work, teaching, and facilitation, I offer rituals that invite participants to safely attune to what their grief is teaching and asking of them. We then seek to integrate that knowing into lived experience.

That may sound abstract, yet thousands of years of anthropology and ecology echo to us the power of ceremony, ritual, and observance. I provide the container and as much or little of the content and materials as needed to turn the internal compost. We hold together whatever surfaces. These rituals are designed for individuals, couples, small groups, or entire organizations at any stage of change or grief.

(Does the term grief bring up curiosity or complexity for you? Go here.)

Rituals offer participants the opportunity to gently transmute suffering in connection with self and/or others. Into fuel? into acceptance? into agency? into love? into retreat? into rage? into clarity? Whatever arrives, we will at least welcome it intentionally.

We face many deaths while alive: of people we love, of selves we have been, relationships we valued, the planet we live on. Grief may ask our “hearts to break until they remain open.” These rituals ask that we be held lovingly in our breaking.

  • Unless part of an ongoing series, rituals typically last 90 minutes and are no longer than 3 hours. Longer experiences tend toward retreats requiring more group building, meals/rest, and containment.

  • $300-500 (including preparation/collaboration time)

    1. Complete ritual request form.

    2. Pay deposit.

    3. Schedule a 30 minute virtual meeting to begin planning.

    4. Plan for a typical lead time of 2-4 weeks. Please note if you have a more urgent need.

“I thought:
maybe death
isn’t darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us—
as soft as feathers—
that we are instantly weary
of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes,
not without amazement,
and let ourselves be carried,
as through the translucence of mica,
to the river
that is without the least dapple or shadow—
that is nothing but light—scalding, aortal light—
in which we are washed and washed
out of our bones.”

―Mary Oliver
White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field