There is such a beautiful freedom in tearsPermitting your heart, body, and mind to swell over the walls of others’ considerationsSailing on the waves of bitterness, grief, insurmountable joy and fearBeing swept up in the currents of past, present, and the unseeable futureDoes it ever catch you off guard when you whisper to yourself “Finally?”We, as a people, sometimes ache for the salt water deluge which makes small rivers and streams down the contours of our faceCreates the quakes and shivers in the body, moving with an uninhibited freedom through our nerves, muscles and subconsciousIt is in these disruptions we give ourselves permission to be.To live in the here and nowTo listen to the ghosts that haunt usTo lean into the dappled light that nurtures and powers usStorms can come upon us suddenly or they can send messengers ahead to launch the warning sirensEither way nature knows its limitsAs each storm moves from place to place they always leave a serene hush over the landscapeA bright horizon filled with possibilities and new beginningsA freedom you can only experience after the salt water has washed you clean
tears can tear, ripping your seams apart
exposing the underbelly of your being you fight to conceal.
small drops of water that can express
uncertainty, pain, joy, and irritation caused by an unknown source.
droplets, which combined together, comprise our whole.
the whole, which can smell, see, hear, taste and touch the person who we hold most dear
the experiences which brought unmistakable change
the day you replay over and over to no end until those dammed streams breach the walls
and rush to uncontrolled deluge, swallowing you whole, drowning you in immense emotions
preventing you from catching your breath and swimming to shore, safety , home
the place or person you see as your anchor, your solid rock, your soft hands that can wipe the tears away
and help put your heart and soul together again