ABOUT ME
Meet Michelle Carrera: Your Companion in Grief and Liberation
My Journey: Walking with Spirits, Embracing Liberation
Some of us are born listening to things others can’t hear. From an early age, I’ve felt the hush between heartbeats where life and death whisper to one another. I’ve walked with spirits, grieved with the living, and found kinship among animals and ancestors alike. This quiet, sacred rhythm has always guided me toward presence.
I carry the ache of the world in my bones. Injustice has never been abstract to me. It’s visceral, personal, inherited. My body remembers what has been lost. My soul insists on what must be reclaimed. The path I walk is lit by both grief and fire, each step a prayer toward collective liberation. I don’t believe healing is separate from resistance. I don’t believe grief is separate from love.
What I offer isn’t a service, it’s a companionship. A remembering. A reweaving.
Spirit Farer – I walk alongside those preparing to leave this life, offering stillness, song, and dignity as they cross thresholds we all will one day meet.
Grief Guide – I sit with sorrow. To witness it, to honor it, to let it do its alchemy. Grief, after all, is a form of love that refuses to vanish quietly.
Animal Chaplain – I kneel at the feet of non-human kin, tending to their stories, their deaths, their quiet teachings. I hold space for those who love them.
None of these roles stand apart. They braid together. They emerge from one truth: we belong to each other. Across species, across timelines, across veils.
At the core of this work is not expertise. It’s devotion. Devotion to life in its rawest forms, to grief as a sacred teacher, to liberation as a spiral we walk, again and again, together. Sitting in the mystery. Rooting into what is real. Letting something ancient rise through us.
Whether you are dying, grieving, burned out, or simply longing for a deeper way to be alive. I’m here with presence, tenderness, and a compass shaped by love.
This is shared work. It belongs to all of us.
Some threads I carry with me:
Death Doula Training: Doorway Into Light, guided by Boddhi Be and Ram Dass.
Certified Grief Educator: Under the mentorship of David Kessler.
Interfaith Animal Chaplain: Ordained through Compassion Consortium.
Facilitation and Collective Holding:
Grief facilitator at Imagine, A Center for Grief and Loss, companioning adults and children navigating complex sorrow.
Safe space creator at Rainbow Café Sussex, offering rural LGBTQ+ teens room to breathe, be, and belong.
Climate grief co-dreamer with the Good Grief Network, tending to the heartbreak of systemic collapse and ecological unraveling.
I don’t come to this work as an expert above you, but as a fellow traveler beside you. I’ve tended to my own grief with plant allies, breath, ancestral rituals, and silence. I still do. Daily.
Let’s meet in that in-between place. The place where grief hums, where liberation flickers, where death becomes a doorway and love doesn’t end.
Welcome to the underground rootwork of healing.
Welcome to a space where you're not just witnessed, but woven back in.
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VISION OF LIBERATION
At the heart of this space is a vision that refuses to fragment. Spiritual, political, ecological, personal, collective: it is all woven together, like root and mycelium, branch and breath. I believe in a world where every being, human and more-than-human. can live freely, with dignity, with enough. Not just survive, but thrive. And I know, deeply know, that none of us get free alone. Our liberation is entangled. We rise together, or not at all.
Spiritually, liberation is about movement, about flow. Guiding souls back to themselves, back to the earth, and back to each other. It means tending the wounds that live in the body and the land, unlearning what colonization taught us to forget, and remembering how to live in balance. It is listening to ancestors and stones alike, letting them speak what we’ve been too busy or too broken to hear. It is sacred rebellion and soft return. It is grief as a compass and tenderness as a radical tool.
Politically, liberation is the everyday work of resistance and repair. It’s breaking the machines of harm, standing beside the silenced, and building something else together. It looks like mutual aid, decolonization, re-indigenization, and a refusal to abandon each other. It’s holding hands in the fire and knowing we will not let each other fall. It is as much about dreaming as it is about doing, rooted in collective care that doesn’t flinch when things get hard.
Ecologically, liberation means falling back in love with the living world. It’s letting awe guide us and responsibility anchor us. It means seeing rivers as relatives, extinction as grief, and climate collapse as both a wound and a wake-up. It is protecting, preserving, and planting. It is fighting for the wild to stay wild and for the earth to breathe freely again, as kin.
This is not a metaphor. This is the work. And this vision, this ever-unfolding, rooted, shimmering vision, is what shapes every word I write, every life I honor, and every offering I bring. Grief, death, love, freedom, these are not separate things. They are portals. And I am here to walk with you through them.
