the darkest night
When the darkest night still holds light.
Jennifer Magnano
Welcome, beloved. I'm a writer and soul midwife holding space for grief at the intersection of mothering, care work, feminism, spirituality, illness, or art. For ongoing connection, you are invited to join the Grief Body newsletter.
in a world without violence (we are the garden)
Hope takes consistency. It takes work. It takes... a vision.
just enough
Sometimes we need a reminder that life is not all death.
fault line
Our hearts are changed by loss. But what if we get to decide what that change looks like?
listen to mothers
What if generational healing begins in the bodies of those who most often birth us?