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Orange Ziggy's avatar

I’ve been needing to read your words about grief for a long time. They help a lot.

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I was writing a comment on Facebook about forgiveness and mentioned that it is a process of grieving and what psychologist Matt Licata calls "metabolizing" an experience by feeling it deeply and assimilating the psyche "nutrients" into our energy field. Perhaps our tears are a vital part of that ingestion process providing a medium where our sensory "ingredients" can be dissolved forming a single solution (in both meanings of the term).

I mentioned a conversation with a friend suffering from depression who said: "I fear if I start to cry that I could never stop." I mentioned that I really did not have any rebuttal for her remark. Someone challenged me saying that was ridiculous and there is always an end to crying. I pointed out that we can cry in many ways and the tears may be stifled and transformed into "internal tears" - depression, addiction, and diseases of despair. Many of us have public "smiley faces" yet are actively crying on the inside.

As you point out, in our culture there is much shame around weeping and we have abandoned our public rituals of grief and communal wailing giving voice to our sensations of loss and confusion. What I have learned about grieving is that it is a subconscious and intricate dismantling and reforming of the energies of the psyche - a "birth" requiring a place of sanctuary and security. Your soul knows when the conditions are optimal before embarking on such a delicate sacred process waiting until the "nursery" is prepared. Tears may have to wait until the time is right.

Someone once said: "Life is wet." My experience is there is a certain "juiciness" to fully being alive. We generally think of this as being lustful but it is also about embracing the dying part of being fully alive. The woman who imagined herself infinitely crying could be describing a "baptism" of life cleansing away our dashed hopes, dreams, and relationships so we can embrace fully new ones. As I age, I find myself constantly on the edge of tears washing away the debris of expectations and keeping myself "juicy" in my senior years. I find tears of sorrow fully expressed transform into tears of joy. Or, as someone said: "All feelings fully felt become love."

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