Messages for Hanna

Hanna, I know the universe will welcome your gentle life as you become one with its mystic life energy. I remember how crazy joyous we felt the moment of seeing that we had the boots. Let’s kick it up together as we each travel on our own journey to create anew again and again! Sending love and light.😘💫 Always Sheila Carter-Jones

Hello lovely friend<3 You lent me your spirit and in return I have so many crows for you. A million crows, even, and they are all collecting beak-fuls of the sun to give you, and you'll all migrate together. I love you warmly and deeply and I wish oceans for you.

Hanna, thank you for all the joys you’ve brought to the world. The Deepen Lead Now cohort you facilitated at the beginning of COVID still sits with me as a lovely virtual space of connection during such an isolating time. I hope your transition is peaceful, soft, and liberating. - Lyss

Dearest Hanna! You fill the world with images, wisdom, love, soul, heart and beauty. Time is a gift and you have shared so freely. I shared images from your books with my students yesterday and your story with friends. People you don't know know you and are inspired. So so much love to you, dear woman - you shine. - s

Love. Oh love. Circular. Powerful. Everything. Love. Thank you. Ashe.

My Dearest Hanna, I'm so glad that we re-connected! May your heart be filled with peace, love, and joy at all that you have contributed to all our lives both directly and indirectly! By your living a life of grace, dignity, clarity, courage, creativity, humor and purpose, you've planted so many seeds for a more just and connected planet. Sending love, prayers, gratitude and well-wishes for an easeful transition 💖🪄✨🕊️🙏🏼

When my brother died, I withdrew from everyone for a bit, took relief in being sent to Iraq a few months later, as it allowed me to avoid facing the grief. I’d done the same with my mom who passed decades earlier. It doesn’t work, of course. The hurt just tags along, like an old injury, and for a really long time I thought that was a bad thing. I read a line recently somewhere saying, “grief is love that doesn’t have anywhere to go”, and I guess that’s about as good as I have ever felt about this, because I could never find any of the romantic wisdoms that I hear pain ought deliver, nor any other benefit in losing good people from my life permanently. It’s just less enjoyable to be alive without them. We all want to comfort the people we love, and I love you, without ever having met you, because you have given me a small piece of myself that I was looking for through your suffering. I know from much experience that I have no skill for easing suffering in others, just a knack for suffering with them, and every time I have had such a privilege, the collision has gifted me another piece, and I am one step closer to possessing that grace to love the world without me in it, a kind of love that may finally take my fear. There are no wisdoms I can offer, even recycled, for folks who are suffering, just lots of love with no place to go. I am a collector of this love now. I have stacked it, kept it like a garden. I paint shit paintings and write bad poetry and cry ugly cries, and it all goes in the garden to be tended, as love should always be. I’m surrounded by it, so I’m surrounded by them, the folks I’m grieving. This is such a gift. Words are empty, but I hope you can feel me leaning in, loving your pain too. I hope against hope you are going to a place I may some day go, so we can hug and share stories about the collisions we are made of. You knew some of the most beautiful people.

To steal from the poem, "your word was gift to me." I am forever grateful to have met and learned from you. I am holding you and your loved ones deep in my heart. Thank you for being you! Sending love and peace.

I remember when my father died my mother saying that it was a privilege to have known and loved him. It was, and will remain, a rare privilege to have known and loved you Hanna. God bless. We’ll catch up with you soon, brave and gentle soul. James, Sean, and Dara.

10 years ago I attended a retreat led by Hanna and Marc. I was maybe a few months post chemo-therapy, my soul had retreated inside me, I was a bit of a walking ghost of myself. Hanna saw that in me, found a way in to see me and guided a gentle push to come out of the shell I had been walking in during my cancer treatment journey. Thank You.