22/04/2026
There was a time when grief lived so loudly in my body,
I didn’t know where to put it.
Words didn’t reach it.
Talking didn’t touch it.
But my hands…
they knew what to do.
I found myself outside, gathering pieces of the earth —
leaves, petals, soil, fragments of something living.
And I began creating what I now call earth alters.
There was no intention to heal.
No outcome I was chasing.
Just something in me that needed to move,
to place,
to create.
Over time, I realised this wasn’t about “fixing” grief.
It was about being with it.
Letting my body regulate through rhythm and repetition.
Letting the earth hold what felt too heavy to carry alone.
Deepening my connection to the earth has become my most continuous source of healing.
Not something I arrive at.
Something I return to, again and again.
If you’re walking your own grief journey,
you don’t need to have the words.
You can begin with your hands 🤎