Natasha Sizlo
AUTHOR • COACH • FOREST THERAPY GUIDE
FOUNDER OF WILD GRIEF
I’m so glad you’re here. I create spaces in nature, online, and in community where people can move with grief, reconnect with themselves, and discover new ways of healing. My path into this work wasn’t theoretical. It began in the rawest parts of my own life.
More of My Story
After losing my father and later my home in the Palisades fires, I learned how deeply grief lives in the body. When words weren’t enough, nature became my refuge. Walking the mountains, redwoods, and coastlines, I discovered a healing I couldn’t find anywhere else.
That’s what led me to forest bathing. This Japanese practice of slowing down and opening your senses showed me that grief requires the whole self: body, mind, and spirit.
Today I offer grief coaching, forest therapy walks, and retreats that create space for healing in connection with nature. Sometimes that looks like sitting quietly under the trees, holding a stone in your pocket, or simply breathing more deeply outdoors. However it unfolds, nature can hold your grief and help you move forward.
I do this work because I know how lonely loss can feel and how powerful it is to be met with compassion and the living world.
All Signs Point to Paris
On the cusp of my forty-fourth birthday, I was still reeling from a divorce, raising two kids, and trying to survive in the competitive world of LA real estate. My ex-husband was dating a Hollywood star, and I had just ended things for the last time with my impossibly charming French boyfriend. Then my beloved father was given only months to live.
When I was gifted a session with LA’s most sought-after astrologist, I figured I had nothing to lose. To my surprise, the reading was uncannily accurate. When I asked about the Frenchman I couldn’t let go of, she told me he was perfect for me. His birthday and birthplace, November 2, 1968, in Paris, lined up exactly with my astrological point of destiny. The word husband even came up.
I panicked. Was he really the great love of my life? Then it hit me: he wasn’t the only man born that day in Paris. My soulmate could still be out there. With my sister and closest friends, and my father’s words urging me never to give up on love, I flew to the City of Light determined to find him.