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Frozen Bubble

Being with Grief 
through the Holidays 

Recordings

Session 1: Embracing Winter's Stillness

Poem - Rest So You May Rise
Meditation - Journeying into the Cocoon of Winter's Stillness

Session 2: Reimagining the Holidays

Poem - No Matter What They Say
Meditation - Envisioning a TRUE Holiday Season

Session 3: Honoring our ancestors

Poem - For Grief
Meditation - Connecting with Ancestors

Our Time Together

by taking the time to truly BE with our grief, we can cultivate a generous heart throughout the season

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Embrace
Winter's Stillness

 On day one, we'll explore the parallels between the stillness and darkness of winter and the inward journey of grief, finding wisdom and strength in slowing down. Let's take time to be with it.

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Redefine
the Holidays

On our second day together, we'll find ways to resist societal pressures and create a season of intentional boundaries and meaningful practices. Your holiday CAN look different this year.

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Honor
your Loved Ones

On our final day together, we'll create new, meaningful ways to include loved ones who have passed in winter holiday traditions so that we may continue to include them in our lives.

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I Am Making a Home Inside Myself

By Julia Fehrenbacher

 

I am making a home inside myself.

A shelter of kindness where everything is forgiven, everything allowed—a quiet patch of sunlight to stretch out without hurry,

where all that has been banished and buried is welcomed, spoken, listened to—released.

 

A fiercely friendly place I can claim as my very own.

I am throwing arms open to the whole of myself—especially the fearful, fault-finding, falling apart, unfinished parts, knowing

every seed and weed, every drop of rain, has made the soil richer.

 

I will light a candle, pour a hot cup of tea, gather

around the warmth of my own blazing fire. I will howl

if I want to, knowing this flame can burn through

any perceived problem, any prescribed perfectionism,

any lying limitation, every heavy thing.

 

I am making a home inside myself

where grace blooms in grand and glorious

abundance, a shelter of kindness that grows

all the truest things.”

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