Gazing in the Mirror

April 19 - Pouring Out Buckets of Water

Don't cry because it's over,
smile because it happened.
~ Dr Seuss

Truth, gathering Its own power,
lifts one out of his environment;
and until that time comes,
he should stay where he is,
in order that he may know when
he has made a demonstration.
~ Ernest Holmes

One of the sweetest moments for me in any particular day is when I catch a glimpse of my husband moved to tears forming in his eyes from emotion. It tells me that this strong, sometimes withdrawn, often quiet about whatever is going on inside of him, man does feel some things tenderly, deeply, fully. Some men believe that real men don't cry but I don't believe that. Stones don't cry. Maybe repressed people don't cry. Maybe cruel bullies don't cry but those men that do allow themselves to cry are what is very "real" to my own heart.

I cry sometimes. I cry when I am sad. I think it's healthy. I don't mean contrived tears like the hired wailers in some cultures. I understand they have the purpose to release repressed emotions in those who are going through grief. I've been known to grieve those I love the most – long before they actually make that transition called death. I never believe the feelings that lead me to that expression are some kind of premonition of some impending loss and never have they proven to be that. When my in-laws died, I was caught off-guard by the arrival of crying grief at the most unexpected moments, when some activity would remind me of my loss. There is nothing wrong with valuing a relationship so much that we miss that person when they are gone.

There are also moments when some revelation so stirs my heart with happiness that I find myself crying with joy. I once created a group for people who were connected by choosing for themselves a path of the heart. Shortly after creating that group, one friend who channels information (from wherever such things come) said words to me that caught me off-guard but created within a happiness at feeling so recognized by someone not within my own inner self. I cried and cried as I read those words and they remain dear to my heart even now.

". . . we thank thee who calleth herself deborah for surely it was/is we who hath guided thee to reach out and begin that which ye hath begun to uncover within thyself and shareth it. ye hath given unto yourself the reminder to return to heart within thy own name". (My maiden name is Hart) "ye are honored for the path that thou has taken to come to this place of truth. forgiveth thyself for thy shortcomings for surely we say unto thee that those are the same shortcomings that hath lead thee on the path in search of thy highest choices and truth. ye are honored and thy name has been added to the list of those moving on to the next dimension. continue in sincerity and fear not, for as thee are publicly uplifted ye also become a target for the energies that are battling for the right to your earth. we saith unto thee, fear not. . . . keep thy mind quiet so thy might hear spirit leading you and protecting you".

This spoke so truly to my own heart that I did not doubt its validity and hence its preciousness to me. Not because it made me better than anyone else but because I felt acknowledged in who I truly am each and every day. Sometimes, I am out hiking in the forest and some understanding comes into my heart and I simply burst into tears because I feel so completely loved by Spirit that there is no human initiated love towards me that is necessary to my personal fulfillment even though I honor and appreciate any such expressions. Unconditional love feels so very good to me that conditional love simply is a temporary moment-to-moment experience that is somewhat like a really good cake that one needn't to eat a lot of or consume constantly but one can be satisfied with only a slice of cake on occasion.

I believe that crying is a cleansing kind of activity and I love that it connects me with all of the water on the planet and all of the water that is part of every other human being. We are water beings living on a water planet – it seems appropriate. Water is never depleted though it changes form. That should inform our heart of many important possibilities regarding our own expressions. If water is boiled away it isn't gone but has only become steam. Water may freeze but it inevitably thaws. Water is never exhausted or depleted; and even though it can become polluted, we are fortunate that water can always be cleansed. Water is the miracle blessing that is Life – our life and the life of our planet. It is perfectly okay to cry for we realize that miracles are real and worthy of appreciation.

~ perspective

When someone near us is crying,
we have two options – if they seem
to want us to notice, it is a call
from them for comfort and if they
seem not to want it noticed we can
pretend that we didn't see it.
If tears come from some circumstance,
we can allow them to flow freely for
awhile but then if necessary we must
gather ourselves up to face the
situation and act appropriately.
Sometimes without anything else
changing, letting ourselves have a
good cry is all we need to feel better.
Sometimes the frustration becomes
so great and the sense of helplessness
so overwhelming that a moment comes
when it all bursts out from us in tears
and there is nothing wrong with that.
It is okay to be sad, to experience grief,
to acknowledge that there is nothing
that can be changed but we can allow
ourselves to have that experience of
crying fully and through our tears
pour out buckets of water.

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