Are you struggling with the loss of someone or something that you’ve lost? As the whole world reels from too much combined grief, I’ve released my Guide Through Grief to help us all to heal.
Easy to read, and filled with practical activities and comfort, I wrote this book after the death of my infant son to share everything I’d learned about moving through grief.
For several years now, I’ve been working with Forgotten Australians and other traumatised groups and have put the tools I describe in this book into action. I was thrilled to experience how these tools have worked to help people rediscover joy, even in the midst of darkness. I know they’ll help you too.
A Guide Through Grief
First Aid for Your Heart and Soul.
Practical tools, creative activities and yoga exercises to help you move through the pain of loss.
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WOOHOO! Well that last retreat was just about the best fun you can have in the woods. As usual, the magic of a group of women coming together began as soon as we arrived, with everyone chipping in to help set up and show newbies around. My favourite moment from the first night was when, after the first pair of writers who’d met at a previous retreat introduced each other as “my friend”, the rest of the group did exactly the same. Even people who’d only just met fifteen minutes earlier. So right from the start we were a group of friends.
Workshops in the hall
Our bunk bed cubby houses worked perfectly and everyone had plenty of room to spread out and much needed privacy. Not that most of us spent much time sleeping.
I’ve never seen such a group of avid writers, staying up into the wee hours working on projects after being inspired by the workshops, then up early again writing and talking about their projects with the others. That’s how these retreats work – writers helping writers. New writers benefiting from the experience of those of us who’ve been at it a while and us more jaded folk getting a boost from the enthusiasm of those just starting out.
It rained and rained and we writers revelled in it. Perfect weather for writers and ducks – but not so good for this baby bird who was tossed out of its nest and became our mascot for the weekend.
Mum and Dad bird kept it well fed and it was growing feathers fast!
Like this baby bird we started growing new feathers too and testing our writing wings with lots of writing exercises to get those creative juices flowing. It’s amazing what comes out when you’re not censoring yourself.
We made each other cry and laugh with our stories and delved into the nitty gritty of crafting beautiful sentences and books too. I’m a little obsessed with structure 🙂
Apart from the joy of watching people make firm new writing friends, and supporting and nurturing each other as we tested those new wings, the highlight for me was dance night with Lalita. She brings such joy with her, along with her fabulous flowers and dresses and scarves and, this time as a special surprise, gymnastic ribbons!!
Best of all was a moment when I looked up and saw everyone totally blissed out twirling their ribbons to Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights! Magic!
Bianca twirling her ribbons!
As usual our camp finished up with creating collages. As with the writing, there were no rules so it was fascinating to see how everyone made something unique. Lift the flaps collage, front and back collages, limits? No limits collages.
Annie and her collage
It was such a joy to be able to facilitate this retreat – the first of the craziness of 2020. Our pleasure in being together was multiplied tenfold because of the separation we’ve all endured this year. I was again reminded of the importance of connection, of human interaction in real life, lifting each other up, comforting each other.
Such a precious gift.
THANK YOU to all the wonderful women who come along on my retreats. I feel like I come away with new friends every time.
Edwina Shaw 