Roxanna Kopp Smith

Tag: loss

  • Something Beautiful

    Something Beautiful

    “Miscarriage“, clay, Lynne Atherton (my mother) after miscarriage in the 1970’s, posted with permission October is Infant and Pregnancy Loss Awareness month and because of that, I was approached by some women to facilitate a mother’s group in honor of “Rainbow Babies”; babies who die either through miscarriage or in infancy. The group was looking…

  • Remembrance

    Remember, Relate & Restore WHEN: Tuesday evenings, June 8, 15, 22 & 29 TIME: 6:30-8pm PDT WHERE: Online COST: $150 You are invited to a 4-week group for people who have lost a loved one. This will be an intimate experience, limited to a group of 6 participants. Grief is Universal. Everyone experiences grief –…

  • Endings/Beginnings

    Harbin Hot Springs.  My soul-home.  My screen saver.  My compass.  My place of healing and refuge.  My recurring dream.  My holy land.  When I arrive, the first thing I do is go to the water spout at the cold plunge and sprinkle water over my head – 7 times – one for each chakra. Then…

  • Hawk Medicine

    “When we are heavy with the world’s sadness, call to us through Hawk’s cry, reminding us to look up and beyond, trusting in Spirit’s great design.”  Tiphaine Bonetti For years I have related to the hawk and have felt that hawk was one of my special animals.  I would have dreams of hawks and sightings…

  • Sweet Memories

    When I was a kid, I would spend every 4th of July in Narrangansett, RI with my grandparents.  Just me and Mimi and Grandy.  It was idyllic.  Not just the romanticizing of childhood that can happen with sepia toned memories, but truly perfection…and unconditional love.  Lots of that. It took me a long time to…

  • What a difference a year makes

    It’s kind of a personal story…one that is better told through smiles, gestures…tears.  Sitting with a cup of tea and a comfy cushion, a nice blanket to wrap up in, a sheepskin to lie down on…perhaps a few candles burning.  I would tell you this story on a perfect night like this, the wind whooshing…