It’s a week or so after my last blog post (Rebirth), and for anyone wondering . . . yes, I’m still here in the storm; and part of that tempest includes sorrow – with tears falling all around me. So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking – and writing – about tears. What are these salty drops that seep from our eyes? How do they somehow hold us in the storm? Will they, at some point, carry us downstream to shelter and healing?
Although I don’t have any tangible, concrete answers to those questions, I do have words that showed up for me in the form of a poem. And somehow, without me even realizing it, my soul tried to respond to what feels incomprehensible – that this flood, made up of millions of these tiny expressions of grief, holds the promise of something beautiful. So I share this poem with you:
She didn’t have any paper . . . or a pen
so she wrote her grief with tears
a kind of translucent ink
that etched upon her skin in ways that told her story
of a love . . . not perfect
but cultivated in ways that grew her heart
in places she didn’t know existed
hidden in corners that now stood empty
and out of those lonely spaces . . . very slowly
her sad words wove themselves into a tapestry of colors
encompassing a depth she had not known
layers of life and love otherwise unseen
her story of heartache . . . not fully written
would carry her softly into new landscapes
opening horizons that perhaps
she never expected to see.
Zoë – April 2016
In the end, maybe our tears are simply words from our soul, creating a story that we don’t yet know the ending to. For now, that feels like something to trust. For now, that feels like a good enough reason to let myself write my story with tears.
I’ve always loved your writing, Zoe, and your new posts are as dear as ever. We’re about to open Be Well to new online content, should you want to share something on another platform, you know I’d knock things out of the way to assist . . . Much love . . .
“the only reason we feel intense grief and loss is because we chose, at some point, to have real joy and attachment. So, at this moment in my life, Iâm choosing joy and attachment â Iâm choosing love.” ZoÃ«, you are beautiful. Your love is beautiful. The way you are choosing to sift through your emotions is beautiful. Thank you. You are teaching us all through your beauty. <3
Thank you so much, Megan <3