When I am writing a lot of times tears come. Words come too…sometimes foggy with tears.
I remember the first time someone gave me permission to cry.
It was 12 years ago, I was 35 years old and I was in rehab. I was starting to feel.
One of the staff members noticed me just fighting back my tears.
She gently came over to me and walked me over to my room. She told me to go and have a moment to cry it out.
I resisted at first of course with ” I am fine.” But then I did it.
I kneeled by my bed and put my head in my hands and cried for the first time as an adult. I mean REALLY cried.
There is a beautiful energy that produces tears. It can be tears of pain or joy. It is an energy moving through me.
It moves through and shines up my soul nice and pretty….kind of like shining up a car.
Next time I feel I need an excuse to cry I’ll just say “I’m cleaning my car.”