Where sorrow was not hidden or hurried, but welcomed with reverence and care.
Grief tending is a return to what our bones remember — gathering in circle, bearing witness, making meaning.
It offers a place to lay down what you’ve been carrying, and to be met in it.
Together, we honour loss in all its forms: personal, ancestral, collective, unseen.
This is not about fixing. It is about listening, allowing, softening.
Nature holds us. Ritual grounds us. The body remembers the way.
You don’t have to grieve alone.
There is strength in shared presence, and healing in being witnessed.
where there was a space to tend to our grief in every community
Imagine A World
My Grief
Grief came crashing into my life in my early twenties through a sudden, devastating bereavement. I felt unmoored, alone in an experience too heavy for my years. As time passed, more bereavements followed. Each one changed the shape of who I thought I was. Grief asked me to listen. To soften. To be with what hurt without turning away. And in time, it became a kind of alchemy.
Later, chronic illness arrived as another wave. The life I had known disappeared. I could no longer walk in wild places or earn a steady income. My independence vanished. It was a grief of unraveling. Of dreams laid down before they had a chance to grow.
These experiences showed me how little space the world gives us for sorrow. But grief, I’ve learned, does not want to be fixed. It wants to be witnessed, tended, and honoured. It longs for community and for the dignity of being met.
Your Grief
Perhaps something shattered in you too. Maybe someone you love is no longer here. Or perhaps your grief is quieter. The slow ache of a dream that never took root. A body that no longer behaves the way it used to. A life that doesn’t feel like your own.
Grief wears many faces. A heartbreak. A diagnosis. A fracture in your family. A pregnancy that ended in silence. Or a persistent flatness. A feeling of not quite belonging. Grief is not always loud. Often, it hides in longing. For what was. For what never came. For the life you imagined but did not get to live.
Grief, I believe, is a teacher. It shows us the depth of our care, our love, our desire. And it does not belong in isolation. You are not meant to carry it alone. Let us gather together, not to fix what hurts, but to honour it. And in doing so, find a deeper kind of belonging.
"There is some strange intimacy between grief and aliveness, some sacred exchange between what seems unbearable and what is most exquisitely alive.”
FRANCIS WELLER
The Wind Over the Water
The Wind Over the Water is a four month grief-tending journey held in an intimate community with no more than eight participants. Guided by Francis Weller's Six Gates of Grief and the elements of Earth, Water, Fire and Air we will gather online every two weeks to honour and tend our personal griefs. Each participant will also receive a one-to-one Somatic Coaching session with Charlotte.
Through the alchemy of grief-tending teachings, somatic practices, meditation and ritual, we will soften the edges around loss and begin to forge a new, more compassionate relationship with grief, love and what it means to live fully in their presence.
This is more than a space for bereavement. So much of our grief goes unseen and unacknowledged. This journey welcomes all forms of loss, sorrow and longing, whatever shape they may take.
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