Hello, Grief doesn't always arrive loudly. Sometimes it walks beside us quietly, unspoken, unrecognised, even unnamed. It may look like the death of someone we love. The conversations we never got to have. But it may also live in the loss of a role that once defined us. The version of ourselves t...

Hello, I love this poem because it calls us back, it reminds us that grief is not only sorrow; it is testimony. It marks that something mattered. That someone mattered. Grief is not a single event. It ripples. One loss stirs up others, personal, ancestral, communal. It sends tremors through the b...

Hello, I realise that I still need to give space to the topic of last week's letter and to be with my Eloise. I notice the pressure I feel to write this week, to share something new and insightful, and yet I can't summon anything else forth, until I have given this grief, however old, its rightfu...

Hello, This week I have been in mourning, more so than I had anticipated after all this time, and yet it is fitting, given the topic of grief, which we will gather around next month in our second Coaching Short. After nearly 15 years of speaking relatively little about this immense experience, I ...

 Hello, Just over a decade ago, my mother died two months before my daughter was born. It was a profound threshold. I was grieving in the late stages of pregnancy and of course, despite trying to move on for my new baby, this continued while nursing a newborn. Everyday I walked the tightrope of u...