Basic Bitch Grief Ritual

This isn’t a ritual about becoming pure or polished.

This is for the beautifully undone, the too-tender, the ones who’ve cried themselves feral and still show up glowing.

You don’t need a reason to be here.

You don’t need to fix your grief, name it, or even understand it.

You just have to let it breathe — messy, gorgeous, alive.

Light your candle. Take a deep breath.

Let the ache inside you stretch its legs and sigh.

Let the parts of you that thought they were dead remember they still pulse.

This space is a love letter to your becoming —

a reclamation of softness, shadow, and sass.

We gather not to heal what’s broken,

but to remember that you are allowed to be a living altar —

muddy knees, hingryheart, sacred as hell.

Welcome back to your body, your ache, your magic.

Welcome to the swamp, darling.