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When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees.
A deeply personal reflection on birthing a baby without a heartbeat. This piece explores the physical, emotional, and spiritual reality of stillbirth, the power that can arise in surrender, and the profound love that can exist even in moments of unbearable loss.
In these past months of grieving I’ve learned something unexpected: not everyone’s tears are mine to carry. Our GP reminded us that people respond from their own pain, their own history — and that I don’t have to take that on. I can meet someone with love and still stay centered in myself. Grief is teaching me boundaries, gentleness, and the radical practice of choosing myself. This is not selfishness. This is self-love.
During Baby Loss Awareness Week I reflect on the unpredictable waves of grief after losing Jade. From deep sorrow to unexpected light, this journey is an invisible earthquake — one that breaks you open, yet slowly rebuilds you into something truer and more aware.