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Thursday, 5 November 2015

Holy Grief...

Last week I made a choice
to stand
to dance
to sit
to be
in my grief.
Life holds grief within it's threads...
None go with out an encounter with grief
 It is my observation
that our culture is not great with grief
It is my observation 
that our culture is not "interested" in grief 
It is my observation
that our culture does not honour grief
or hold it as the sacred map that it is...
a scared map to our hearts greatest love.

So with-in the sacred container of In Her Skin
with the lovely Stacey De La Rosa  
and the lovely Isabel Faith Abbott 
as our guides and space holders
myself along with many other brave souls
encountered our grief for a full 7 days...
and this was some of the results.

My Grief

My grief sits in my rib cage
Holding on to my ribs as a prison holds on to her prison bars
My grief rests on my heart
Moving with its rhythms not missing a beat
My grief is in my hands
Held, Caressed and Felt every time something brushes up against it
My grief is on my face
Lines in my skin, marking the path on which it dragged itself across me
My grief resonates in my hips
It is here is lifts me up, awakens me to truth, allows me to see

My grief is the hot lava flow and the ice cold mountain stream
It slams into me like the ocean against the rocks
And it gently touches me like a falling feather

My grief wants a voice and needs to be heard
Pouring out as I listen with deep intent
My grief longs to be held
Rocked in my arms as my tears spill out upon it
Washed in my salty tears it feel acknowledge and seen
In my Grief
I stand in this place
Deeply needing to give this attention
I have traveled a long way to be here
This place is not lost on me
Sacred and Holy
This honouring of Grief
My body is weary from the journey
and I need rest
I need space to breathe…
to breathe into and with
the grief that resides in my body
so that we might sing together
My grief and I
That we might make sacred sound
beautiful music
about the truth of us
our truth
our beautiful,
hideous truth….

~Catherine Beerda-Basso
Oct. 26, 2015


She lays across me



Ever present


But not seen


But not felt

She is a part of my being

Thick with emotion

And yet…


It calls me to give her voice

It calls me to be held and acknowledge

I felt I had

But Grief whispers


Indulge in me and heal your past

Indulge and learn new ways

Indulge and know your Self deeper”

I heard a wise man say these words,

“The cradle of your life…is death.” ~Stephen Jenkinson

Grief concurs

She tells me the cradle of my life is Her

It is in Her I find what matters to me the most

It is in Her I find my deepest heart desires.

Like shards of glass she moves up my throat

I try to swallow her down and

I can’t decide if it hurts more to swallow her

Or let her come up

She whispers

“What if you just let me come…

what would happen if you allowed me up

and out…

The worst has already happened hasn’t it?

For I am already here.”


To indulge in my grief…

To allow it to come and be with me fully.

This Grief that I speak of has been with me for a life time

It is long suffering

It is thread to my tapestry

Beautiful golden and silver thread

Woven in and out of my life line…my story.

I’ve lived with it

I’ve managed it

I’ve tucked it away

for a time such as this

~The Season of Death~

for her to come up and stand before me

reminding me

that she is still here.



Find your answers

in your grief

Find your story

in your sobs

Find your transformation

in your tears

It becomes so that I am unable to decipher

if it is I who is holding her

or if it is she who is holding me…

The vision between us is blurred

as we move back and forth

in these waves of emotion

So much so I feel myself release

and let go.


Yes I will Indulge

And I will honour

For what was, has made me

molded me

shaped me

And there are those things that I miss

Times that I long for

Dreams that have died

They all deserved to be honoured

To be acknowledged

To be grieved for

So together

She and I

We enter into this dance

Slow and steady

Moving fluidly as one

She and I






~Catherine Beerda-Basso 
Oct. 28-2015


This is what I thought...this is how I saw myself most of my life...damaged goods...after loads of healing work, I don't feel that way anymore, but the residue remains and I have to say it felt really honouring and honest to collect this image...My husband wrote the words and collected the image for me...bless him...he did not fully understand why I wanted to do this, and it was hard for him to write the words...of course he knows my story and it has pained his heart...he has stood by me as I came back to life...interesting thing is as soon as I lay down and he started shooting, he got it, he understood....that in itself meant so much to me.
Damaged Goods
I hold that part of me that felt that way
I honour her, stand with her, wipe her tears and hold her hand
  she was a bad ass warrior...feeling the way she did and still facing life both barrels blazing
bloody and battered she fought on
wild and sometimes even mad
but she got me here
and for that
for that I am ever
and forever
Oct, 30-2015 
 "Grief is not static. It wanders and torments and demands and leaves us tossed up on the shore, exhausted and grateful after all these years, for solid ground." ~In Her Skin

"Trusting my body is not something that simply walked in the door one day. it is a daily practice."
~Stacey De La Rosa

Walking the Grief Lands

...and when I circle back
from walking the grief lands of my being
I see my Self
and Holy
For I am The Medicine
I am Sacred space
I am the Alter of my Life
All I need is within me
stitch inside me when I came to be by Love
there were forces that tried to separate me from this Love
It confused me
seduced me
tormented and taunted me
lured me away from the Truth
about who I was...who I am
no matter how far I was pulled
no matter how far I strayed
the Love never left me
Even though it felt lost to me
in the darkness of my suffering
it remained
and always will...
I am the Medicine
I am Sacred Space
I am the Alter of my Life
every piece of me an offering
every piece of me a sign of a real life lived
every piece of me a reflection of Divinity
and so I remain...  
~Catherine Beerda-Basso
 Nov.2 2015

November 3 2015
This week was a gift...
it was 
heart breakingly
I was especially moved by the call to Indulge
to Indulge in my grief
to take from her
and learn more about me...
 and this life I am living

Grief is a Gift

Love and Light