Grief endures because love endures.

You’re here because I’m here.

There’s comfort in knowing that we echo the people we love, even when they’re gone. They continue in the way we exist. In our habits.
In how we remember, in how we love, in how we return to the earth. Our lives are intertwined with theirs, forever.

Nothing exists in isolation and distance is an illusion, like two particles that collided long ago but spin together.

We’re quantum. You’re part of me, and I’m part of you, just as the forest is part of the wind and the mountains are part of the sea.

The world teaches us this if we slow down enough to listen.

I went for a long, unexpectedly long, walk in the stunning Scottish town, Dunoon.

I saw redwoods lining the path on my walk. I heard your soft voice, from all those years ago, telling me not to wander the Californian woods alone, where sibling trees tower high, rooted firmly.

I smiled at the thought of you in a waterproof jacket, eating homemade sandwiches on the park bench; the way you’d carefully put the wrapper into your pocket. How even small acts can be part of a love story.

You’d smile at the mountains in the distance, telling me what an honour it is to stand here. Not just because we can reach it, but we can see it, in safety, in comfort.

You weren’t there. But I took you there with me. Everything was an echo of us, an echo of you.

On the forest floor, trees speak through fungi.

Moss nourishes bark. Leaves fall, decompose, and become soil again.

There’s a sacred order and we’re part of it, even though we’ve forgotten that.

We’re individual threads in a vast, living network. Coral reefs and rainforests breathe life into the planet; the air we exhale feeds the leaves above us.

Love and grief travel through us in similar ways.

If you find yourself in a quiet moment of grief, find the trees

The forest is alive with colour. Moss clings to rocks, damp and peaty. Leaves glow in every shade of amber and green.

Let it remind you that love doesn’t disappear; it changes form

that beauty endures.

that someone, somewhere,

carved the way for you to be here

And remember that because you love them, and they love you, we’re always closer than it seems,

entangled in earth

and love

and everything in between.