Tears always near

You know what those days are like, don’t you? Tears feel only a breath or a sentence away and you’re trying to navigate a more spacious distance from them...but there they go slipping down your sweet cheeks here, and there. There too. They’ve reached your neck now. Ok, we’ve let it go. Sigh. Ope, nope...here again, making our faces wet.

Grief is a gift only known by the living. Life is full of so much possibility, so much beauty....unlimited? And though we may collapse in grief as our dream or dreams have done in the way that we knew them, there is too the invitation to expand. I know these words are not for everyone at every moment, but some of you will know what I mean. Will feel so tenderly towards your grief....knowing of the goodness of which it is born. Dreams of love...of well being...of the joy of connection and adventure. My goodness your dreams are lovely.

I used to think grief was for the ‘big’ things. And it is. Now I know it is for the ‘little’ things too. Things not going the way you wanted with a meeting, a career, a relationship means that you wanted/dreamed of something different than what actually unfolded. It’s even naturally for this to happen in our lives. Dreaming beautiful dreams comes again...it is made accessible through the loving release...the tender awareness with which you notice what you were really wanting...what you may not have even known before your grief revealed it to you.

Anyway, all you really need to know is that you look beautiful when you cry.