Tears

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the ocean.
Kahlil Gibran

At times in our lives we feel like we are shedding our own ocean of tears don’t we? The hurt is that endless and fathomless, and we just can’t see to the other side of it. Adrift in the sorrow we think it will never end, and we will never feel solid ground under our feet again. Even though we can’t see it while we are in the middle of the ocean of tears, there is a shoreline waiting for us on the other side of the grief and we will get to it one day.

While we are adrift in the middle of the sorrow, we must allow ourselves to just be, to float where the wind and currents take us each day and let those tears flow freely. There is salt in our tears and a healing property in salt. Maybe, just maybe the salt in our tears will help to heal the open wound in our heart.

There will be a time to stop floating and to start swimming towards that distant unseen shoreline, but the heart has to rest and heal a bit first. So, when the grief is fresh and raw, let the tears flow freely and apply the salt liberally to the wound.