INSPIRATION…Let It Flow
Tears are as natural to us as breathing and there is beauty in allowing yourself to be open to the pain of tears.
How wonderful it feels to give in and let tears flow when we are overwhelmed with emotions, whether we are happy or sad. Tears come from the soul, from our well of feelings rising from deep down. When we give in to the prickling behind our eyes and the lump in our throat to let teardrops fall from our eyes, we allow our feelings to surface so they can be set free.

Proud parents shed tears of pride in a child’s accomplishments, a baby’s first step, birthdays, and graduations. Long lost friends fall into each other’s arms, tears rolling down their cheeks when they reunite after years of separation. Tears may flow from us when we are witness to a commitment being made at a wedding or even while we are watching a love story. Tears of relief may spring forth from our eyes when we hear that a loved one has survived an ordeal, and tears may fall when we bow our head in sorrow over a loss or death. Tears born from heartache can flow like they’ll never cease, whether our tears are for a love that is over, a friendship lost, or an opportunity missed. We shed tears because of disappointment in ourselves, tragedy in the world, pain, and illness. Tears of anger can burn with emotion as they fall down our faces. Tears offer us a physical release of our feelings.

Shedding tears can sometimes make us feel better, although it can feel like the tears will never end once the floodgates are open. There is no shame in letting tears flow freely and frequently. Tears are as natural to us as is breathing. There is beauty in allowing yourself to be vulnerable enough to shed tears. Open up, release your tears, and let your feelings flow. Daily OM

 

I have an Eagle Feather I found at the someplace, same summer as I first experienced feeling so full so loved by those around me I CRIED. It was so pleasant, warm and heartwarming all at once. Got all welled up while smiling joyfully, that was a first. I felt pride in myself for such Authenticity in expressing easily an emotion I had not remember having. I would watch my husband and his daughter in the Hallmark Card isle as they read laughing so easily. I would go after them and pick up the cards at times to read myself. I just never well rarely got it, then I just had a little giggle. Some years later when I studied lets say stifled emotions, my words not theirs I got curious. Since I am a curious one by nature. After my family mostly went away and I found I was the only one around to care for, I would study myself. Making a extra effect to notice my thoughts, words I used, and how I had little emotion. Think I grew up mad, lonely, unwanted and always wishing for things I could never have and little emotions. I did not know anything else. What I did remember about emotions was if I cried I was told I could get something more to cry about or something like that. I was told I was to be seen and not heard when around all those grownups who took me into their homes for Thanksgiving and other holidays with food it seemed. I lived with my Mom who worked and stayed at her boyfriends most often. My Sister 7-8 years older pretty much raised me and she lets it be known to this day. She had no childhood because of me.