Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Gift of Free-flowing Tears

Do you ever suddenly feel overcome by sadness? The kind that just pops out of the blue and doesn't seem connected to anything else? It's happened to me a couple of times here lately. I am perplexed. The sadness washes over me, and I'll feel my eyes swelling. But I don't cry. The tears are like a sneeze that that just won't come.

I told T, and this is what she said:

"Allow yourself the gift of free-flowing tears."

This simple statement blew me away. Like a poem. Powerful words and so comforting. Not T's comfort - rather permission for me to comfort myself.

allow yourself
the gift
of free-flowing
tears

I don't think I can choose to cry. I can, though, allow myself to let down the defenses that hold my feelings so tightly inside. Allow myself to release my breath, relax my abdomen, unclench my jaw, relax my shoulders, unfreeze my face. Maybe not all at once, but I can practice each of these things. I can allow myself the gift of free-flowing tears.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
I wish you sweet tears -

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