The Dance of Becoming: Grief, Grace & the Threads That Hold Us
These past six to eight months have been a whirlwind—a tender, chaotic, beautiful unfolding. I’ve been riding these big energies, feeling them shift between the raw reality of our world and this deep, soul-stirring pull toward connection, compassion, and love. It’s been a dance of opposites: heartbreak and gratitude, chaos and stillness, loss and becoming. I didn’t always know where it was leading, but there’s been this quiet curiosity nudging me to lean in, to question, to listen.
For me, this time has been layered with so much. My dad’s decline with Alzheimer’s has been a heavy thread, a slow unraveling that aches in ways I can’t always name. Then there are the cyclones—literal and metaphorical—swirling through the planet and my own inner world. And yet, woven into all of this is the incredible depth of connection I’ve found with friends—souls who hold space for me like anchors in a storm. I’m living both sides: the grief and the grace, the breaking and the building. It’s a lot, but it’s real.
Through it all, I’ve been in this creative process—writing, journaling, pouring my heart onto pages and into projects. It’s been a lifeline, a way to hold the mess and the magic together. Two dear friends —my soul guides—have been closer than ever these past six months, seeing the suffering and chaos this world carries, and gently pulling me back when I get tangled in the ‘second arrow’—those mind-made stories that pile pain on pain. They’ve reminded me to slow down, to bring softness and quiet into my days. And in that stillness, something extraordinary has been unfolding.
Words have flowed through me—from White Tara, from Green Tara—whispers of wisdom that feel like they’ve been waiting for me to hear them.
White Tara said, ‘In the quiet, you will hear the parts of yourself you once abandoned,’ and it’s been a balm to my soul.
Green Tara’s presence has stirred something fierce and alive in me too. Alongside that, I’ve tapped into the innate wisdom held in so many human nervous systems—mine, my friends’, maybe even yours. It’s like this collective heartbeat guiding me forward.
I used to judge myself or others for what I would see as “wrong”, but now I’m curious—about the why, the what’s-beneath-it-all. I’ve always had this deep compassion, often sacrificing my own needs to ease someone else’s suffering, but I’m learning that’s not always the kindest path for their growth—or mine. Is it sacrifice, or abandonment of myself? I’m still unravelling that.
What I do know came from White Tara too: ‘You are not broken, you are becoming.’ She gifted me that wisdom, and it’s shifted everything. It’s not just about piecing myself together—it’s about belonging, about connection being our human birthright. We’re not here to be perfect or fixed; we’re here to grow, to weave ourselves back into the love that’s always been ours to claim. That’s the thread I’m holding onto.
And here’s the wild part—through all of this, something pretty incredible is taking shape. I can feel it brewing, born from this creative fire, these realisations, and the love that’s carried me through. I can’t wait to share it with you soon. If you’re navigating your own storms and stars, know you’re not alone.
Let’s keep listening, softening, becoming—together.
In Wild Love, Tracy 💛
