small life superpower

I took a little time off from crying every day but I’m happy to say I’ve been back in full force for the past week or so...

I took a little time off from crying every day but I’m happy to say I’ve been back in full force for the past week or so. It’s the best. Having my feelings fluid and near at hand is my superpower and I wouldn’t change it for anything. I think it’s one of our family’s big gifts that we leave very little to the imagination when it comes to how anyone is feeling. We make it known. We ask that we be seen. And if it’s a little sticky, we do our best to press just enough into the tender flesh to unearth what is trapped. 

This is how we work with the world as it is versus some fancy narrative or story we tell then turn into assumption. I like it like this. I feel safe in this form where nothing is hidden. It’s the opposite of how I grew up and sometimes I marvel at the human capacity to build entirely new worlds. 

That’s all. Cry. Be the water. The rivers, the lakes, the sea. Feel your feelings. Let them move through you and transmute the grief into flowers and fruit; ripe and heavy, sweet and dripping. 

It’s all the best parts of this one imperfect and precious life. Real and fleeting and full of tears. Just like us. Just like you. Just like me.