On August 28, 2020 I unwittingly began a journey that is taking me into the darkest, deepest, richest corners of my life. This is the day my only child, Hunter, died. He was 21 years old.

I have been writing and painting my way through the shock and grief. For weeks I went to his grave daily and created altars of flowers and rocks and fabrics. It was a practice. It was all I could do. As my altars evolved so did my understanding of how to grieve. I shared my thoughts and creations on Facebook and now, here on this website. I wanted a place away from the noise of social media where the sacredness of what I have been creating can be quietly held and witnessed.

I am committed to grieving out loud, to showing you what it feels like on the inside, the nuances and textures, the careening and paralysis—it’s all here because this is what my grief looks like. It has been colored by all the other losses I’ve experienced: a dear friend when I was 21, my beloved father when I was 31, my mother when I was 57. In 2020, I lost one of my businesses due to Covid, my soul dog died in June, and then Hunter died. I know I’m not alone in my losses. There have been so many losses, for so many people around the world.

I offer these musings to you in hopes that something here will connect with the part of you that also carries sorrow deep within. Perhaps you will find comfort or inspiration or strength. I certainly hope so.

With so much Love,

Luna