HeyJareda hummingbird prayer
Grief Tending & Medicine Writings for women navigating death, loss, & the threshold spaces. Remembering through herbalism, ritual, & curiosity; it's all a mystery anyway.
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You are your pile of rocks (opens the original)
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Hello again, There is more to say on the topic of rocks and the grief of a child.If you haven’t already, please go listen to the recording entitled: ‘What’s your pile of rocks?’ where you will receive some context into what I am discussing here. There is something that happens when you go through a truly life-changing experience… you start to see storie… Read more
Writing is more than a skill, an art, or a talent (opens the original)
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I never wanted to be a writer that was “good at writing”,I wanted to be a writer,an artist,a creator, a maker,as a way to express myself, a place to lay my heart down at the altar of the written word.—a hummingbird prayer is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.<input class="email-input" name="email" t
What's your pile of rocks? (opens the original)
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A parent’s love is endless — devotional. Not something that can be scientifically quantified. Today, I decided to hit record as I began to process a pound of local cherries we got the other day. There are a few tangents followed here — all of them rooted in one thing: a mother’s love, a father’s love never dies… even if their child does. There are ancient examples of this as well as more recent ones. The ancient example I refer to in this recording is a story about a group of archeologists that
Consecrated by bereavement (opens the original)
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Practice, ritual, service all looks different since my son died. Instead of working with women online in healing containers, I’m serving community with holistic consultations that are literally free for anyone who walks through the door. Not because I don’t know my worth, but because my priorities have changed.My practices look less like chanting and prayers the traditional way and more like intuitively knitting a grief shawl, writing story-centred poetry, playing guitar for my ancestors, and ma
Hawthorn — the Grandmother of Grief (opens the original)
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I love how plants find us when we’ve become ready for them to enter our lives more deeply.My One and I went to have an evening picnic at a beach we hadn’t been to for a while and discovered we were seated beneath a Hawthorn tree.I’m a trained herbalist and holistic practitioner, and found myself enamoured by this happenstance. For Hawthorn is a medicine that has long been known to aid grief.After loosing our son in childbirth, tending to my grief has been all encompassing; and when I approached
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