09/27/2026
Today was heavy. And beautiful. 💛
Mason’s Movement Foundation had the privilege of partnering with my dear friend Gretchen at to bring together bereaved mothers for a day of connection, reflection, and simply being with women who understand. Our first retreat.
We spent the day surrounded by beautiful gardens (my favorite!), slowing down, walking, noticing, breathing, and drawing parallels between nature and our journeys.
As I walked, I kept thinking about the changing season.
Nature reminds us that nothing stays exactly as it is. Seasons change. The landscape looks different. And eventually, sometimes in places we don’t expect, something begins to grow again.
Grief has seasons, too.
Today we were asked a question that has stayed with me: What still grows, even through your grief?
For me, the answer was hope and courage.
Hope that there is still beauty in front of me. Courage to keep walking toward it.
Years later, I am still sad. I still miss Mason every single day. One of the moms today was 30 years out from losing her son and she said to us.. “I’m still here. Still standing. You will too.”
Still loving. Still growing. Still finding beauty. Still choosing hope.
Today reminded me that grief and beauty can exist together. We can miss them desperately and still notice the flowers. We can carry sorrow and still experience joy.
We can grieve what was lost while tending to what is still growing. And sometimes, simply continuing to show up is its own quiet act of hope. 🌿💛 Thanks for painting the sunset tonight, Mas.
