Grief Support Articles & Insights

June usually promises the warmth and ease of early summer, but this year, it brought us a surprising return to winter, complete with unexpected snow showers and sudden shifts. It has been a stark, visceral reminder of life's unpredictable cycles: the constant burning down and building back up. Just as we watch the abrupt shifts in the weather or the baby scrub jays suddenly leaving their nest, we experience these same unpredictable cycles within our own inner landscapes.

The New Year is a time when many of us are fed that clarity is supposed to arrive, a new leaf is to be turned, and that our grief may feel different or better. Yet for most who are grieving, New Year's can feel quite the opposite. ​

There's something about walking through the woods that changes how we hold our grief. Maybe it's the rhythm of our footsteps on the trail. Maybe it's the way sunlight filters through the trees, or how the forest holds space without asking us to explain ourselves. Whatever it is, we've learned that some of our deepest healing happens when we take grief outside.