🕯 Soul Practices: For the Children Who Never Had Birthday Cakes

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 Some children never got to blow out candles.

No balloons. No photos. No frosting-covered cheeks.
But they were here.
And they are loved.

I’ve held the ache of miscarriage.
I’ve held the silence after abortion.
And I know — this grief never fully leaves.
But we can hold it with tenderness.





Three ways to honor the children with no birthday cakes:
1️⃣ Light a candle on the day they would have been born. Whisper their name.
2️⃣ Write them a letter. Tell them the things your heart still carries.
3️⃣ Plant something living. A bloom, a tree, a sprig of rosemary — let it grow in their honor.

🌬 3-Minute Guided Meditation for Holding Grief

Close your eyes.
💛 Place your hands over your heart.
💛 Picture a warm, golden light in your palms — the essence of the child you’re honoring.
💛 See them smile at you, whole and safe. Whisper: “You are loved. You are remembered.”
💛 Watch the light float upward into the sky, becoming part of the sunrise — always with you, always free.

Affirmation: My grief is real. So is my love.
#SoulPractices #GriefHealing #PregnancyLoss

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