Welcome to The Grove
A slow and sacred space to root, remember, and reconnect
Wander through writings that root deep and reach wide: part journal, part compost pile.
Here you’ll find garden magic, creative musings, ritual reflections, and the slow unraveling of a neurodivergent life attuned to season and spirit.
Filed under: dirt and divinity, rust and resilience, growth in all directions.
🪱 Composting Grief
Grief, like compost, it isn’t something to fix, it’s something to tend and work with. The garden reminds me that what falls apart can still become fertile, that loss can turn into new life.