Beneath the Boughs

The Willow cloaks herself around you, softly whispers "you are not alone". Beneath her boughs, she offers sanctuary — a place to breathe a little deeper,

feel the knot untangle in your chest. "Feed me your tears", the River cries. "There's nothing I haven't seen fall from these skies".

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This grief-tending circle is a space for all who carry grief —

personal, collective, recent, or long-held. No grief is too small or too vast to be welcomed here. Held with compassion and care, this circle invites us to shift the story that grief must be hidden or carried alone. Here, we honour it as something communal, sacred, and worthy of tending

During our two hours together, you will be invited into: 🌿 Soft movement practices 🌿 A…