Today I shed a tear of grief for love lost and
as its cool watery wetness trickles down my face, I take a moment to honour the memory of all that I have loved and lost, and then come to find love for again without needing to be entwined with them
Today I shed a tear of joy for the wisdom that has shown me That love is there to be embraced in every moment and with every soul, new and known to me in each and every encounter.
Today Grace showed her face to me, in the face of my own acceptance after muting my grandiose notions of what I wanted her to deliver and brought me exactly what I needed, as I shifted my disappointment and grief swiftly and unwaveringly into surrender, and let them go. my own centre, my core, my me as I allowed myself to be touched, deeply and intimately by that which I have come to trust and know so well,
I felt myself blossoming like the white pink lotus flower on the surface green of the tranquil pond, where the fish swim silently and effortlessly beneath the surface
Last night, the dance called me to be with the wooden floors and to connect my feet to the energy that is the earth and all that belongs to her and as I did, I cried rivers of tears for myself and all those precious souls in the world that are not able to shed their own
Tonight I offer both my strength and my vulnerability standing side by side as their tears mingle with mine and I can no longer not feel the yearning which I have buried, ignored and cast aside in favour of safer and less vulnerable pursuits.
Tonight I can no longer not acknowledge the longing to be held by another to feel the strong warm presence of a solid male form behind me, enfolding me in welcoming arms, and embracing me with strength and centredness giving space for me to just be me, the woman that I am.
And as I feel the longing, the yearning, the squeeze, the ache, a dull but deep pain at the back of my throat, I squeeze my eyelids together and my brow furrows, I feel the tears once again trickle a gentle pathway down my face and my consciousness follows their trajectory downwards in a slow rolling meandering motion right until the very moment they drop off the edge of my weary chin and fall to the ground in a timeless descent
Do not be ashamed of your tears, beloved they are the water that flows from Gods eyes through your eyes to nourish the heart of the earth, planting humble seeds that germinate into new life.
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