About Naomi
Grief and Life Transitions Companion
Who We Are
A Grief & Life Transitions Companion is someone who walks alongside people through grief, loss, uncertainty and change — not as a therapist or counselor. As an intentional presence.
Being a steady, nonjudgmental witness for someone navigating grief in any form — death, divorce, diagnosis, identity loss, estrangement, or any life change that leaves someone feeling unmoored.
Holding space for the conversations that family and friends often can't have — the hard questions, the unnamed fears, the things that need to be said out loud to someone who isn't afraid of them.
Supporting people through life transitions — job loss, retirement, relationship endings, major life changes — the liminal spaces where the old has ended and the new hasn't arrived yet.
It's distinct from therapy in that it's not clinical, doesn't diagnose, and doesn't treat mental health conditions. It's companionship — presence, witness, and support.
The role fills a real gap. Therapists work with the clinical and psychological dimensions of grief. Friends and family are often too close, too afraid, or too grief stricken themselves. A Grief & Life Transitions Companion sits in the human space between — someone unafraid, present, and fully focused on the person they're walking alongside.
I support people in seasons of change.
Transitions ask us to slow down, recalibrate, and listen closely to ourselves. Whether you are navigating grief, a crossroads, or a new beginning, I offer steady presence and reflective space so you can move forward with clarity.
I walk beside people in moments of uncertainty. Not to direct their path, but to help them hear their own knowing more clearly.
Grief, loss, identity shifts, relationship changes, career transitions, these are part of being human. My work is to provide grounded support while you navigate them.
You are not here to be fixed. You are here to be supported as you move through your own process.
I also write The Sacred Cauldron on Substack — a collection of essays, reflections, and poetry on grief, transitions, and life’s seasons.
Queen of Darkness
I am a student of life,
death,
and love.
In the darkness
I create constellations
with the secrets of my heart.
A love seeker,
existing between moments
as my soul is shifting.
In the dust where love is gone,
disconnected,
I open to the vast worlds
that lie within me.
A magicland,
threshold gardens, where
I feel my feelings,
create my own meaning.
A silver light spirals through me,
my soul a prism,
a map to the moon,
a spell of undoing,
authentic liberation.
My writing is inspired by love,
magic,
and mystical moments.
Stories around the fire of my spirit.
The magic of things,
secrets of my heart
held in my hands, illuminating
portals where I start over with nothing,
losing myself in the intricacies of life.
Transformation on the page, finishing
thoughts with my hands, remembering
what it was like to feel things
for the first time.
Invoking radical imagination,
I invite my darkness in,
where the vastness is bearable
only through love.
I am the Queen of darkness,
a medicine maker,
where I love death and join with it.
I walk the dark,
spin in a spiral,
my body meets the earth.
My magic is a continuation of potent moments.
I shed my skin,
lay in the darkness and dream.
A luna moth opens its wings
beating like an eyelash, I am free
in the irresistible abyss of oneness.
Healing,
returning to wholeness.
My mind is open to possibilities.
My body walks through portals by moonlight.
My heart beats to the rhythm of wild belonging.
My spirit, a wise alchemist starseed.
My voice rides my breath into expansion,
my words exploding in the universe, stringing together into a carnival of stars.
My deep truth, a delicious roar.
My familiar is a raven,
deep indigo feathers of mourning,
they cross through the veil
where soul and spirit
dance free.
I always travel
with a star
in my heart,
letting the beauty I love
be what I do,
creating a map
where I return
to the essence of who I am,
my own guide as I journey
the unknown
and discover my magic,
rooted in doorways.