10/15/2025
💗Pregnancy & Infant Loss Remembrance Day🌈
I’ve learned that grief doesn’t follow the same rhythm as life. It lingers, pulses, and reshapes you quietly. When it comes to losing a pregnancy or a baby, the world often expects a quicker and more private healing, but those of us who’ve felt it know that the love never fades. It just changes form.
I’ve walked with women who have carried life only to release it too soon. I’ve felt my own heart break in the in-between, that space where hope and loss exist side by side. The body remembers. The spirit remembers. And yet, somehow, through the remembering, something sacred emerges.
Grief in these forms isn’t just sadness, it’s devotion. It’s the mark of a bond that existed before form, beyond time. And while there’s no “moving on,” there is an unfolding. A gentle return to self, to the body that has carried both beginnings and endings.
In my work, I see how the physical body holds grief, in the womb, in the chest, in the jaw, in the lymph that flows sluggishly when the heart is heavy. Touch, ritual, and breath can begin to open those places again. Not to erase the pain, but to let love move because love needs to move.
If you’ve known this kind of loss, I want you to know that your grief is holy. You don’t have to make it palatable or poetic. You just have to let it exist, to honor the heartbeat that once was, the dream that still is, and the love that never leaves.
For those walking this path, or walking beside someone who is, I hold space for you.
This month, and every month🕯️♥️
