A Midsummer Pause

It’s not that we actually arranged for our Midsummer Pause to take place on the hottest day of the year, but it was kind of fitting that it did.

It was sweat-moustaches at the ready at our Midsummer Pause. Even holding our event in the glorious, lofty, usually cool surrounds of the former St Marie’s did nothing to curtail the need for anything anywhere near any of us to find itself being used as a fan.

A beautiful hour together nonetheless. With signature compassionate boldness. Gorgeous words (this time centred around the message of Mary Oliver’s astonishing poem Wild Geese). The space filled to the rafters with kindness and mutual care. And a selection of grief rituals to partake in or not. No pressure. No judgement. No assumption that we only save our remembrances for the winter months. No putting on brave faces. No bullshit.

Standard Dead Positive fare really then x