Every year, when the nights grow long, families gather and time suspends, a tenderness befalls the heart.

A longing, a quiet grief, a feeling that wants to move unobstructed, un-judged and be compassionately held.

I’ll be hosting a small three-session online container to tend to tender hearts this winter.

Over three Sunday evenings, we’ll come together and allow the heart to unclench, be soft and unabashedly what it is.

The heart knows.