You’re invited to a death dinner—an intimate facilitated gathering where we gently explore our personal relationships with mortality.
When I was 18, my dad died suddenly, three weeks before I—on autopilot—moved across the country to start university. Once there, I found myself learning grief, geographically isolated from home and the community that I had known when he was alive. This experience made me attuned to how difficult it is to speak about death, loss, and grief. For years I found it hard to tell people that my dad had died. It became like a dirty secret, one that I felt I had to tiptoe around to preserve the comfort of the people around me, all the while knowing that I wasn’t just hiding something that had happened to me - I was hiding an entire part of my identity and being.
When I trained to be a death doula, I was immediately struck with the parallels between death work and documentary work; all of it is storytelling. I believe in the power of providing space for people to tell their own stories. I believe that people in fact crave to tell their story—and not just the polished parts but the messy bits, the darknesses and mysteries that we muck through as part of the human experience. So, in 2022, towards the end of my doula training, I started hosting death dinners. I have found these dinners to be spaces of deep listening and trust and also, lightness and joy. I have come to understand deeply that healing happens in community. These dinners have healed me.
If you are based in London, I would love to host you at a dinner. You do not have to have experienced an intimate death - these dinners are for anyone who will die one day. I charge for them on a sliding scale.
If this resonates with you, please fill out this brief form to share your interest and availability.
