Crying for me was a pivot point I didn’t like to reach. Now it’s a point of rest, where when I arrive I do not flee.
When I cry, on that Hollywood hill sign I see in my mind, I see the word “healing”
When I cry I feel replenished, I feel parts of myself that I felt bad for abandoning. I release tension and grief.
That is because tears remove blocks of resistance. Through letting them flow in my private space I receive clarity and ease because when I’m in a state of self acceptance and love like that. I’m aware that I am in a state of surrender and hope. I know Allah who sees my tears counts them and wipes them away.
Looking back my hidden tears kept me alive because his divine mercy was the only refuge I truly allowed my heart to have.
Allowing yourself to cry isn’t a sign of defeat it’s a sign of strength. It’s refusal to be overwhelmed or to be over come. It’s celebration that didn’t happen…I’ve never cried for anything except to make space for a strain on my heart or gratitude I felt in it.
Drop tears when you need to, as it drops ease that heal and comfort you. Never regret a moment when you surrendered to your hearts will to breathe, because that is what crying truly is. Breathing, choosing to be free, breathing, appreciating that you are. Breathing and just being..