My sister and I inherited our father's telescope and we've been trying to continue his tradition of family stargazing nights, but every time we do it we both end up crying and it feels like we're torturing ourselves in the name of honoring his memory. We want to keep some version of this practice alive because it meant everything to him, but we can't figure out how to make it ours instead of a painful recreation of something that died with him.
More people experience this than they realize.
Grief can make inherited traditions feel like prisons when we try to preserve them exactly as they were rather than allowing them to evolve.
“Where Are You with Night sky and astronomy as spiritual practice?”
Peri can explain why this happens, help you decide if this is the right situation for you, and point toward the right journey or coach.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.