November 9th, 2025
my waters flow with yours and our river remembers
❁
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Ceremony Outline:
Noon - 4PM EST
Day: Grief Offerings
Parallel play & reflection in a cozy living room.
4:30 PM EST
Afternoon: Collective Procession
Walk to the creek's shore. Release collective water & grief.
7 PM to Late
Evening: Somatic Release & Play
Letting the rest out on the dance floor.
This is an open offering. Feel free to share with your dear ones. ❤︎
I’ve been eager to make some homemade fall granola. Tomorrow I’ll be home all day, sitting in the living room with soft music and incense burning, journaling while some kind of maple–pecan granola slowly bakes in the oven (hopefully filling the house with sweet, cozy smells).
Drop by to enjoy the senses, parallel play with me, read, journal.
Simultaneously, there will be a bowl on the table and a jar of water beside it. As I (we) journal and reflect— as grief arises, as something we want to release surfaces— I (we) will pour some of the water from the jar into the bowl.* In that act, we are offering up what we cannot hold, asking the water to take it from us and store it for safekeeping.
As the day goes on, the water will gather—holding our different stories, offerings, and griefs. If we need more space, we’ll bring out more bowls. Bring what you have; pour out what you must. We will find ways to carry it together.
*Shoutout to Eujue, who made and gifted me the beautiful ceramic bows we will be using. She’s currently selling more of her ceramic work to support buying her grandparents’ house in Seoul.
Share in space
Come in person. Sit with me in the cozy fall scents
Join in parallel space. If you can’t come in person. Hold your own soft and reflective space where you are. Drop into your sense and attend to your grief.
Add to the senses
Contribute to the soundtrack. Send a song or an album for us to listen to.
Add to the smells: Bring incense (I’m a little low actually! eek!) or a candle.
Release with me
Offer water. Can’t stay? Drop by in person to offer water and release.
Tell me what you are releasing. Text me what you are pouring into the bowl. Or send me a photo of water! Or some other representation of what you would like to release. I will pour in some water for you.
Walk together to offer our waters to the creek
In person:
From elsewhere:
Move your body to release.
Meet me on the dance floor at El Malo. ;)
Notes:
On doing this together
There will be absences. Parts of the ritual, you won’t see happen, parts you won’t participate in. What if we lean into that? Trust that it is happening even if you can’t see it. Trust your grief is moving even if you can’t feel it yet.
I think it’s lovely that throughout your day, however closely yours mirrors mine, you could pause, take a breath and know I am over here performing ceremony for us. And in that silent, non visual witnessing, you are here and we are in ceremony together.
How divine.
On documentation
I want to find non invasive ways to also archive this ceremony (and future ones) for us. I think this will be beautiful. Typical modes of archiving would invite us to “capture” this, record it in full length, 4k definition. I wonder how we can be more creative. Is this website enough of an archive? Do we want to record the sound of all our pours, montage them into an audio collage? Record small moments of our days and assemble into a gentle ambient collage? If anyones creativity is ignited by this prompt, I welcome your collaboration.
On (false) tardiness
And if you read this after the ceremony has completed and feel you were too late to participate, you aren’t. The fact that this link somehow made it to you means that someone thought of you, summoned your spirit already into ceremony. Perhaps, even unknowing to you, you are already being carried and guided, welcomed and received.
