Grief, kinship and the soil of emerging futures
The first season in The Art of Unravelling holds grief without rushing it toward growth. It does not ask you to feel better. It asks you to stay with what is ending, and to notice, without hurry, what might quietly want to root in the softened ground.
Fourteen posts carry the season. The welcome and the note on how to navigate it come first, then the season itself moves month by month: reflection, practice, kinship and compost library. Two more sit outside that order, offered below as company rather than as required reading.
A seasonal practice of rewilding, mourning and emergence where grief, kinship and wonder tangle and untangle.
Grief, Kinship & the soil of Emerging Futures
Musings on palliation of modernity
A practice for grief and awe
The place that knows my steps
Where grief lives in the unravelling
Unravelling the self
A practice for the Season of Unravelling
What the body knows
How organisations unravel and remake themselves
An organisational retrospective practice
Who holds us as we compost?
Heating up the pile
Exploring the wild edges of thought and organisation
I was recently a guest on the wonderful 'Letters to the Future' project from FuturePod
