Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle 😘) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
Grief isn’t something we move past; it’s something we learn to move with.
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A few weeks ago, I hosted my first Friendsgiving for my Sacred Circle girls and decided to spend some time in quiet reflection... and here is what I realized: The more time goes on, the more I understand duality. How I can hold deep gratitude and even deeper sadness. I’m learning to live in the contradiction … where love and loss coexist, where laughter can follow tears, and where the heart can be both broken and open at the same time. I am forever grateful to have all of these beautiful souls in my life AND… I wish that our dear friend, Michael could be here celebrating with us. It is profoundly…. human to feel everything at once. And on top of all that emotional whiplash, there’s the pressure to make it all look perfect. The clean house. The thoughtful gifts. The social plans. The matching pajamas for the photo that everyone will double-tap and move on from. 🙄 But underneath it? So many of us are tired. If you’re struggling to keep your mental health above water right now, you’re not alone. Some people are grieving loved ones. Some are grieving versions of themselves. Some are just trying to survive another dinner with family who still doesn’t get it. Whatever it looks like for you — it’s okay to feel it all. You’re allowed to cry and laugh. To cancel plans and be grateful. To have a holiday that’s imperfect, messy, and still meaningful. |
Jess Leone
Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle 😘) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
Reader, the trees are teaching again. Every October, they let go without hesitation, releasing everything they don’t need so they can survive the winter ahead. I’ve spent the last few years learning that same lesson the hard way. My version of “falling leaves” looked like outgrowing jobs, relationships, and identities I once thought defined me. It looked like setting down roles that felt heavy but familiar. And for a long time, it felt like loss. There’s something disorienting about watching...
*That's Amy to my right & she's AMAZINGGG :)* Reader, I’ll be real with you. I was never much of a 'journaler'. Sitting down with a notebook always felt forced to me. So when I asked my good friend Amy to join me as a practitioner for our space, KNOWING that journaling was her thing... I was intrigued. I have a ton of excuses as to why I don't journal. It's also never been "intuitive for me", and always thought it was supposed to look a certain way. Since I have been in her presence and...
Reader, You know those moments when an emotion hits hard: grief, anger, anxiety, sadness...and your first instinct is either to shove it down or let it consume you? Neither one really gives us the freedom we’re looking for. Instead of fighting your emotions or getting swallowed by them, try this check-in: Step 1: Ask yourself: Am I willing to accept this?Not “do I like it” or “do I want it here forever,” but simply: Am I willing to allow it to exist right now? This is where we honor what’s...