the impermanence
impermanence is the reality that everything changes, and nothing lasts forever
Impermanence is the reminder that life’s beauty comes from its transience — every breath, every connection, every goodbye is part of the same fleeting, precious story.
It means that all things — our bodies, relationships, emotions, successes, and struggles — are in constant transformation.
It is a powerful reminder that we are also impermanent and will die.
People we love will die.
We will grieve.
In Buddhist thought, which is profoundly inspiring to me, this truth (anicca) isn’t meant to cause despair, but to help us:
- Appreciate the present moment, because it won’t come again in the same way.
- Accept loss and change as natural, rather than resisting them.
- Live more fully, knowing that both joy and pain are temporary.
So The Impermanent Human is for all of us to talk, share, and inspire others to embrace impermanence in our lives and deaths. And anywhere between.
What I do
Life/death – Conversation and Community
I host regular meetings with community of people who want to talk about life, death and the impermanence of things. Safe, open, non judgmental space where everybody can bring their stories, questions, fears, hopes and inspirations. Global community, held in a virtual space. If you would like to join the next meeting, please register here. (it is a free event)
Grief Works
I offer individual and group grief coaching to support people navigate their loss. Safe, confidential, non judgmental and supportive space to let people grieve and emerge in their new reality.
End of life doula (coming soon)
I offer end of life doula service, a non medical support to individuals at the end of their life and their families, providing presence, guidance, and emotional support before, during, and after death — holding space for both the practical realities and the profound human moments.
´Everything has two endings-
a horse, a piece of string, a phone call.
Before a life, air.
And after.
As silence is not silence, but a limit of hearing.”
― Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems