If we consider trees for example, they do not bloom through effort. They rest, shed and trust an unrushed process through time. Grief in turn, requires the same: less forcing, more allowing. When you stop trying to do it correctly, you will notice that your body will start to tell you what it needs. It doesn’t mean you’re failing, you’re actually listening. 

What if the shorter days, cooler temperatures, and the cultural expectation of constant activity was actually directly competing with our mind and body’s internal rhythm? And what if instead, we leaned into the slower pace we are intended for time of year?