Has anyone listened to your story deeply? Allowed you to hear your own voice without shushing you? That is one of the gifts of spiritual direction/companionship. I also specialize in coming alongside those experiencing Grief and Loss. Check out my Spiritual Direction page and then contact me for information or with questions. It would be an honor to come alongside you.

Báyò Akómoláfé

Weaving Grief Into Our Enchanted Lives

Do you suppose small birds mourn? That, as their wee ones start out as four bodies emerging wet from beige, palest turquoise, and brown speckled eggs, one mouth seeming to crave life from the get-go while the others curl around the deep hearth of nest, waiting to stretch toward light, their parents ready to feed, to nurture, do they begin instinctual hoping? Do you wonder if, as the nest dwindles to one, they search for the lost or keep a keener eye on the ever-open mouth of the one remaining? Do they take time to sing a lament from the bow of the fir for the ones that never flew? And when, one morning after a night of tending, warming, they return for first feed to discover the one gone, no mouth to fill, too soon to fledge, do they weep bird tears? Do they rend their feathers? I wonder. I wonder.