~TEARS ~ happy, sad, joy, heartaches,healing ways,

Beauty

Tears of Amazing Grace

Mornin... mornin... oh what a beautiful mornin ~
Coffee's ready and so am I ~ ready to greet the day,
      "Good morning my friend, my beautiful morning... it's ME"

I have so enjoyed sitting with my coffee and re-reading this Weeks comments of others! I have smiled, I have dried a tear or two... I have laughed out loud in the dark and stillness of the morning as I await the sun's morning light to creep up from its sleep and dance on the Spanish Moss... FANTASTIC comments, all rich in words, in meanings and in their thoughts... "Wado" to all ~ I am honored, and my heart is filled...
The clown at the Ridge just tickled me real good... oops... that was "my MOTHER" LOLs
Lizzy is in rare form, Irene lovingly referring to me once again as DYS... heehe
Chris stomping herself silly with shin splints and counting the days until she gets off the plane in Tampa home again with her NY attitude of a warrior indeed ~
Days away from completing chemo  is Jill... Climb like and with HOPE my friend ~
Vicki last to read, last to comment... get with it dear, the party is goin on here ~
Andrea with her bubbles and noodle playing with the spirits who ride on the backs of the dolphins on Honeymoon Island... STOMP!
Joan, "where's the mama" in rare form indeed with her memories... Olivia knowing in a hand made card that she could pick the mama out in a field of roses in a "heartbeat"... That's Nana's girl all right! Hey... "what about the Nana's card?" LOL

The family coming to /Florida in July ~ We Be Goin to Disney!
Can you say "hot hot hot" LOL\/

So many comments, so many thoughts and so many out there ...
owning their moments, creating memories...  I love it...
I just love em all... WARRIORS...

Tearful at times... I have heard it said that tears are the telescopes that allow us to see into the heavens...

How is your coffee this morning? Mine is delicious... almost as good as Joan makes up there in Maryland... Guess Olivia is still dreamin' not yet to get up and STOMP into another best day ever yet for Nana's girl! Soon though, very soon ~
My good friends/neighbors have been gone for days although it feels like months now... The four-leggeds are missing their "aunt Sandy" and ready for her lovin' care with visits. Yep, they just packed up the RV, put the doodle bug on a hitch behind it and left us all here... off to GA or somewhere in the woods, just the two of them, can you imagine? Just like that! Gone... our husband by proxy... and Sandy, our wife by proxy too... what if we need something fixed? What if we need her ... our wife by proxy to help us cook or tend to the four-leggeds or talk about world affairs? They just like that... abandon us!
AND... to top it all off... they are going to see Lily the Black Bear, HOPE and Dr Lyn Rogers this year too !  You can bet I am working on my list of "must have gifts" to punish them for that trip they are taking without me! Well ok, feeling like I was missing them just a tad, I did break down and mow their yard... didn't want the joint to look abandoned just because we are feeling abandoned you know ~ oh alright... I know.... cry me a river right???

Speaking of crying, and tears, and such....


Tears of Joy and Tears of Sorrow... happy tears/sad tears.... Tears are tears, sorta like parts are parts....
are ya feelin me here???


There is release in tears.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8cInOyjFQA&feature=related\
Be sure and click and come back when you are done!
We cry because we are overwhelmed by the emotion of the experience.
Why on earth do we see tears as weakness.
It takes great strength to allow ourselves the vulnerability of tears. My very dear friend Audrey cannot cry it seems... try as she might, she cannot get those tears out no matter how hard she tries or how much she wants to.  Seems the ducts are stopped up... Now that my friends is very sad. I have finally talked her into seeing her doc about that...
where was I?
"The soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tears" {Chief Joseph}

Are death and tragic events the only times tears are understood? Even then, when others around is feel helpless to assuage the tears they kick into ‘fix it” mode and look for a quick fix.
They want to divert our attention, dry our eyes, soothe our ravaged hearts.
It is because they just don’t know how to see our pain, our tears, and stand quietly by and let us release the pain.
We sometimes just need to cry. And that is OK; we do not need to talk about it; justify it or need someone to be privy to it... we just need to do it and be done with it.
So get you a box of generic kleenex and Krumple a few... maybe even schedule yourself your very own cry party... a pity party if you need a name for it... GET it out of your system ...






For whatever the physiology behind tears, when the crying stops, we are relieved, calmed, spent. And then... move on...
Get the party started... the party is
                              YOUR LIFE...



"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."  Kahlil Gibran






Tears are too often held back. Choked back. Sometimes we need a good sobbing, blubbering, tortuous crying jag to get it all out, to restore our balance.
Tears splashing down our faces, mascara streaks, nose blowing, bent at the waist, or thrown across the bed weeping to work out the pain.
These episodes are not infinite. I have heard people express their fears through the years, "if I ever start crying I don't think I will ever stop." Trust me... YOU will.

Tears fulfill an emotional need, they stop at some point, but we must give ourselves and others the opportunity to vent.
These are tears of sorrow and angst, and pain, physical and emotional.
Tragedy spoken of in a physical way.
Some feel that have to cry when embracing their memories... somehow it gives their memories more power or more love somehow... Not sure that I agree with that, but then again, it is each person's story...
The important thing to remember is to not "become" the story!






Tears are a Summer Shower for the soul. Cleansing, refreshing. They well up from deep within our hearts.
They express when words are inadequate. But then we move into the beauty of the world around us, those living among us, the newness of the dawn around us... we move to now... to creating magic around us and new moments and experiences that will ultimately become memories to cherish and hold and that will sustain us ~

Joyous tears are more apt to leak out.

They rarely splash, frequently requiring no kleenexes at all. The mere edge of a bent index finger is all that is called for.
A tiny gasp, a muted tear, one that never leaves the eye completely.

But again, a physical expression. Often one of grand beauty beyond word ability ~ breathtaking almost ~






You know, the little leaky tear at a wedding, the misty eye we develop with a good “chic flick, with a sentimental ending, or a speaker we could just listen to all day long that will captivate our heart and all of a sudden ~ wham into our heart and leave us with a tear.
We’ve all been there.

No one offers comfort, it’s not necessary.

These tears are softer, more gentle. We do not see them as weakness, but rather as a momentary lapse. If they cause others a moment of discomfort, someone teases or jokes to change the moment.




Sometimes we cry because we have laughed so hard our belly aches. The muscles used are in an agonizing knot. This is a good, laughing/crying jag. Can’t stop and desperately want to. No, need to.
The slightest provocation prompts another knee slapping fit of tears, and choking and those god-awful abdominal pains.
Yup, been there too, and it’s contagious. Soon everyone present is joining in. By the time we settle down it’s actually hard to remember the reason it started. Godson Kamryn does that to us alot... He just has a way of doing that and has to lean over and grab his knees laughing so very hard which throws us in fits of hysteria, not so sure what we are laughing about by then.


So don’t be afraid of tears.
Cry when you are terribly sad,
laugh until you cry when you experience some joyous or silly event.
If whoever you are with can’t cope with the tears, whatever their reason, go with your gut. Cry until you get the release you need.
Laugh yourself silly.        STOMP
It’s OK.
Both are reflections of surfacing emotional experiences.
When the occasion presents itself if the tears are joyous, join in. add your laughter to the event.
If some poor soul is grief stricken, or otherwise overwhelmed and crying.
Offer a kleeenex, sit close, don’t try to fix it.
The tears will help in the healing.
Be patient, be tender. empathize, don’t try to “make it all better”.
You can’t.



So give yourself permission to cry when you need to.
 Cry a river if you must.
                          Put your hips in it.
Give it all you’ve got.
This too will pass.
 No one, I repeat, No one has ever totally and completely dehydrated themselves by shedding tears.
It is not fatal.
       You will survive the experience.

As with all life’s mysteries, accept the tears when they come. They serve a purpose.
"TEars are the safety part of the heart when too much pressure is laid upon it" {Native American Elder}

OK, click here... but don't forget your way back... don't ya love this!?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-magrm3Voo
Even if we believe we have come unglued and will never experience a dry eye again, WE WILL. Eventually we will shed all the tears bottled up inside.
 At least for awhile. And if they resurface, go with it.

Just be kind and patient with yourself.
You are a deeply caring, tender hearted soul. Being able to weep just comes with the territory. REMEMBER... YOU ARE A SURVIVOR!
  STOMP

The fire is burning and its embers are hot... The messages are on their way on the gentle breezes:
HOPE in healing, thoughts on the wind ~ ` ~
Chris in NY ready for home, for health for restoring the balance and wellness
Jill days away from the end of chemo ~ we are fighting, warpaint on ~ CLIMB, you are a warrior, STOMP
Cindy in NC ~ the battle continues, we are with you dear one, peaceful days, we are with you ~
Virginia Porter ~ o-si-yo welcome Warrior we are here with prayers for you and your relations
Laura, MS sucks, you are a Warrior, warpaint on we are with you my friend always
Denise, Jim, Tom, Irene, Joey, Matthew, Jude, Judi, Phylis, Charlie Soap and family, 6 year old Shelby her family and friends, Joyce, Jeanne, Tammy Stansells' family, Vicki's mom and relations, "Southwest Virginia", "TN", Beverly and family ~
Andi and her Mom, peaceful days peaceful decisions...
WE are here, we are with you in prayers, in thoughts sending you strength to fight the battles that you are fighting, peace to lay down the sword when you are needing to rest, peace when peace is needed, laughter to lighten your load... Our warpaint is on...
When you are tired please rest... we are standing by.
When restored STAND UP... S T O M P
We are nearby, lean on us ~ we are a powerful group, we travel with the angels ... they are around you, with their arms around you and we are near by... May you find comfort in knowing ... you are not alone...
We are with you always...

Walk In Beauty,
DRSES
author of
Healing Heartaches, Stories of Loss and Life
http://www.drsherryeshowalter.com/

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