🌿 Rest + Linger
tending grief through space and place
This is the quiet season, when the land softens, breathing slowly before the thaw.
We are held by shared presence.
A time for frost walks, shared stillness, and small circles of care,
where grief is allowed to rest, and nothing is asked of you but presence.
These are unhurried moments, where we make space to linger
in what is unfinished, unnamed, or tender.
We gather in the in-between, listening to the land, the body,
and the slow wisdom of pause.
This is not therapy, though it can be therapeutic. We don’t seek to fix or resolve grief, we tend it .
The land holds what words cannot.
Welcome to The Holding Garden.
🌿 Rest + Linger
tending grief through space and place
This is the quiet season, when the land softens, breathing slowly before the thaw.
We are held by shared presence.
A time for frost walks, shared stillness, and small circles of care,
where grief is allowed to rest, and nothing is asked of you but presence.
These are unhurried moments, where we make space to linger
in what is unfinished, unnamed, or tender.
We gather in the in-between, listening to the land, the body,
and the slow wisdom of pause.
This is not therapy, though it can be therapeutic. We don’t seek to fix or resolve grief, we tend it .
The land holds what words cannot.
Welcome to The Holding Garden.
