Death & Grief

It’s spring! Lay in the grass, walk barefoot, touch tree bark and notice the details, look up at the sky for a moment, pick up a feather… Connecting with nature isn’t about doing it “right.” It’s about letting your body feel something real again. Let the sun hit your face. Feel the ground holding you up. Listen to the wind, the birds, the quiet. Even a few minutes can bring you back to yourself.

Tonight the tribe will have a sacred gathering. The Alchemy of Self-Love: Sacred Healing Through Symbol and Ritual is not just a workshop — it’s an invitation to expand your consciousness and reconnect with the part of you that exists underneath the noise, the conditioning, and the survival patterns. We’ll move through a guided visualization to meet our authentic selves, the version of us that is whole, worthy, and untouched at the core. From there, we’ll begin translating that inner knowing into form — creating a personal self-love symbol and “charging” a meaningful object as a self-love talisman you can carry with you. We’ll also explore boundaries — not as walls, but as sacred acts of self-respect — and open space for real, grounded discussion. You don’t have to have it all figured out. Just come as you are. 🔥 Please bring a small object that feels meaningful or intuitively important to you. This is The Purple Phoenix Collective’s sixth event, and we warmly welcome newcomers into this space. It’s free, and it’s happening tonight: 🕊 Saturday, March 21 ⏰ 7:00–8:30 pm EST Here’s the zoom link: https://us06web.zoom.us/j/5546111406?omn=83935271664 Here’s the event page: https://www.facebook.com/share/1JWeZTdf4B/?mibextid=wwXIfr If you have any questions, feel free to email me: p2collective@protonmail.com 🦋 I’d love to have you there. 💜

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Dealing with the grief of my aunty the last 2 weeks has been complicated. As I get older, it feels that with each loved one who passes, the light shines a little duller and I am reminded of the other amazing people who are no longer here with me, so in essence the grief grows. It is bitter sweet; as their bodies go, the memories of them grow. The laughs we had, the shared moments, the adventures etc but it still hurts. This poem and post have helped me. So I wanted to share them with anyone else dealing with grief.

The first one really hit home for me. The second helped me understand myself a bit better. It’s so bizarre to get so far in your life having always felt ‘wrong’ or ‘broken’ only to finally discover that there is nothing actually wrong with you, other than that you are wired differently and have been going against your natural instincts and behaviours your entire life. But I do honestly feel that every day is a knew opportunity to start again, armed with knowledge and experience, I can now choose my next steps better.

There were times I really thought I was done. Not in a dramatic way, just… empty. Burnt out. Like something essential in me had been quietly taken apart piece by piece. I’ve been through things that should have broken me. And in some ways, they did. I’m not untouched. I’m not “healed” in some clean, finished way. There are still cracks. There are days I feel like I’m barely holding it together. But here’s the part I keep coming back to— nothing has been able to actually destroy me. Not what people did. Not what I lost. Not the nights I didn’t think I’d make it through. Something in me keeps surviving. Not perfectly. Not gracefully. But it survives. And I’m starting to trust that part. Maybe resilience isn’t about becoming unbreakable. Maybe it’s about realizing that even when you do break… there’s still something underneath that can’t be touched. I don’t feel powerful all the time. Honestly, sometimes I feel like a mess. But I’m still here. And I think that means something.

Saw this @alexia and thought of you 💗

One thing that isn’t talked about enough in trauma circles is righteous outrage—not explosive anger, but that clear feeling of “that was not okay.” Many of us were conditioned to downplay what happened, make excuses for others, or question our reality just to survive. So when anger shows up, it can feel wrong. But I’ve started to see it differently. Being angry can be a sign of healing. It means you’re beginning to recognize that you deserved better, and you’re no longer minimizing your pain or taking responsibility for what wasn’t yours. For a long time, I skipped straight to empathy. I could understand and forgive others, but I wasn’t acknowledging my own wounds. That kept me stuck. Letting myself feel anger didn’t make me a worse person—it made me more honest. It helped me see the truth without sugarcoating it. This kind of anger isn’t about bitterness. It’s more like a boundary forming where there wasn’t one before. It’s your system saying, “I matter too.” And that’s a powerful part of healing, even if it feels uncomfortable.

Some really useful somatic practices for trauma 💜

Are there any rituals you perform before channeling or speaking to someone who has departed?

In hospital for a retraumatisation and processing the trauma of both the current event and the past series of events. So far, there’s been improvement everyday. Slowly but surely I am recalibrating and restabilising.

I’m struggling today, other than my sore eyes, I’m just feeling down in general. I know I over did things last week, maybe that’s why. Guess I need to slow down a little today. 😢😢 Found this quote which helped a bit…

The body keeps the score 🫀

Ultra sad rn🐙💔 sometimes I feel SO sad.

Cooked fr😭🔱📚📖🧮🗂️💜👩🏽‍🎓x👩🏻‍🎓🩷

C-PTSD is not a mental illness, it’s a nervous system injury.

Depression x period, subscription of unwanted pain🥺🤲🏻 but I’ll never forget how I talked to one person about fears and anxiety. Those that understand will never judge you for it. It’s normal, it happens. It exists. 🐙🤲🏻⭐️