A doula in presence is like an anchor, a tuning fork, and a container; the anchor grounds us so that we’re safe enough to feel big, the tuning fork resonates with a truth that merges the duality of life & death back into an interdependent, intwerwoven thread, and the container holds it all, reminding us that everything is allowed, just as it is, yes, even this.

Sadness and joy and gratitude in equal measure. Thank you, Bobby, for facilitating an experience of grief that didn’t ask me to label emotion one way or another.

In this meditation, you’ll build an altar for the ancestors — a space outside of time and space — and then you’ll receive their blessings in return.

Our essence never leaves; it doesn’t need purification, it needs permission. Maybe that’s what’s natural—truth doing what truth does when we stop managing it.

Healing became a job I didn’t remember applying for but felt responsible to do well, really well, all the time. And I began to see the theatre in it all; that I wasn’t just “healing,” I was performing to earn worth and safety. 

Surrender is an act of strength, not weakness. It’s about having the courage to say, This is what’s happening. This is what is real right now. And I’m going to meet it as it is, not as I wish it were.

By observing other death cultures, we realize that our relationship to death is culturally-relative and that there’s room to explore.