The Origin Story

Emerald Tent was born of my own desperate grief.
Two days before Thanksgiving (2025), on a quiet morning, I said to my husband that I thought we might have only one year left with our beloved canine soulmate, Brody. I had to cut his walk down by half that morning and sensed his age coming on more rapidly by his heavy breathing and dropping energy levels. By 10pm that same night, Brody fell into full-body spasms. By 3am, we learned he had a 17-centimeter tumor on his spleen. By 4am, we were helping him pass over.
We did not have one year – we had less than 24 hours.
What followed was an avalanche of grief—sudden, disorienting, and total. I was in shock and in love all at once. The turbulence of these extreme yet integrated set of emotions took me by surprise. With no place to go for help to my grief through my body, I endured it alone – but barely. Emerald Tent emerged from this experience. Brody called it in.
I know now that grief is not meant to be contained, analyzed, or experienced alone. It is meant to be met, witnessed, and gently moved—so it does not harden or collapse inward. This expands out to include the myriad of micro-griefs we experience in everyday life too. Life is meant to be experienced, together.
My work and passions are rooted in decades guiding humans through transition, loss, identity rupture, and emergence. I bring a poetic depth and practical sensibility that orients to the body’s intelligence, a respect for inner rhythm, and a commitment to compassionate and courageous expression.
Lori Wallace

