photo by Patricia
Tears slide down my cheeks even with Samuel sitting nearby. The salty wash has not occurred recently so letting them fall as long as needed clears debris and helps heal.
Again this morning tears come, a warm quiet stream, and that’s OK. Frozen from getting through winter, the thaw is near. Like the birds building nests outside, my body and soul prepare for light.
Let the tears fall, for whatever reason, even if not knowing why. Settle into the soul and let it be. Gratitude replaces sorrow.