Thriving After Loss Grief Support

12/24/2025

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10/14/2025

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Carrying Our Loved Ones Within

We carry our loved ones
in the quiet corners of our days,
in the echo of a laugh,
the warmth of a touch,
the gentle guidance they once offered.

We honor them in the life we live,
in acts of kindness,
in passions pursued,
in values held close.

Grief and love intertwine,
and in that weaving,
their spirit becomes part of us,
a steady light,
a quiet, steadfast strength.

Even in our choices,
their wisdom guides us,
a subtle compass pointing the way.

To carry our loved ones within is to honor them,
to let their essence move through us,
shaping the rhythm of our days,
reminding us that love endures,
even beyond presence.

~ 'Carrying Our Loved Ones Within' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Serin Alar Serin Alar

08/21/2025

Prayers please for our friend DeeDee❤️🙏

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

06/27/2025

"Dear Human:
You've got it all wrong. You didn't come here to
master unconditional love. That is where you came
from and where you'll return. You came here to
learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love.
Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.
Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of
stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of ...
messing up. Often. You didn't come here to be
perfect. You already are. You came here to be
gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to
rise again into remembering. But unconditional love?
Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn't need
ANY other adjectives. It doesn't require modifiers.
It doesn't require the condition of perfection. It only
asks that you show up. And do your best. That you
stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly
and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get
back up and play and work and live and die as
YOU. It's enough. It's Plenty."
- Courtney A. Walsh