Tears are an odd shape. They start off small, they trickle and then they get heavy. They well up, over flow, get up your nose, stick to you, make you feel messy and you can't catch your breath. Tears are abundant, procreating, make you sound funny. Tears are embarassing. I don't know tears.
I am trying to think about the times I have experienced tears, in myself or through others. I can think of many times when I know I needed a good cry and I didn't know how to start. I can think of times when I got angry or thought about it, instead of allowing tears to release me.
Tears are salty and taste good. Tears are easy for some people, it seems. Tears are harder for others. We all watch the tears of others, somewhat voyeuristically and sometimes we say, “don't be silly”. When somebody dies or a baby is born we're supposed to cry. When it hurts we can cry, but not too much.
I wish there were crying booths. I could just rent one for an hour or however long I needed and as soon as I entered I would cry until all my cries were satisfied and then I would leave, healed from crying. Then what if I was driving and I saw a dead squirrel on the road. If I had used up all my cries and I wanted to cry, I would be like an old engine, unable to go forward. What if somebody gave me the most precious gift ever and it was a surprise. As I threw my arms around them and I hugged them close, I would feel like crying but nothing would come. What if I was peeling onions and I continued to peel onion, after onion and nothing happened.
How do tears know when to come ? Are our heart strings directly linked ? How do they know when it's a chlorine in the pool tears or when it's boyfriend break up tears? Are there little tear men and women working behind the scenes making sure it all goes to plan? If tears aren't being produced, is there a recession or is it according to Wikipedia, “familial dysautonomia, a genetic condition that can be associated with a lack of overflow of tears during emotional crying."
How many of us saw our parents crying? How many of us see our partners crying? How many of us cry ? How many of us cry silent tears? How many tears are hoarded?
Traditional cultures keen and lament the loss of loved ones in ceremonies of wailing and tears. They share their tears and heal together. Some people can't stop crying. Some don't know why and others can't forget why. If there was an anonymous tear bank that was free for all to make exchanges, would we be richer in tear balance?
Is each tear we cry unique and do our tears have our names on them ? Can mothers cry for their sons ? Can we cry for those in pain ? Does it help? Why do we cry?
It seems to be that crying is not a science even though it can be scientifically analysed. I can quote articles and facts on tears but for tears I have felt and allowed through I can count but few.
Today I intend to see my tears as little helpers, squeezing my excesses, cleansing me. My tears and I are ready to flow with life.
I am trying to think about the times I have experienced tears, in myself or through others. I can think of many times when I know I needed a good cry and I didn't know how to start. I can think of times when I got angry or thought about it, instead of allowing tears to release me.
Tears are salty and taste good. Tears are easy for some people, it seems. Tears are harder for others. We all watch the tears of others, somewhat voyeuristically and sometimes we say, “don't be silly”. When somebody dies or a baby is born we're supposed to cry. When it hurts we can cry, but not too much.
I wish there were crying booths. I could just rent one for an hour or however long I needed and as soon as I entered I would cry until all my cries were satisfied and then I would leave, healed from crying. Then what if I was driving and I saw a dead squirrel on the road. If I had used up all my cries and I wanted to cry, I would be like an old engine, unable to go forward. What if somebody gave me the most precious gift ever and it was a surprise. As I threw my arms around them and I hugged them close, I would feel like crying but nothing would come. What if I was peeling onions and I continued to peel onion, after onion and nothing happened.
How do tears know when to come ? Are our heart strings directly linked ? How do they know when it's a chlorine in the pool tears or when it's boyfriend break up tears? Are there little tear men and women working behind the scenes making sure it all goes to plan? If tears aren't being produced, is there a recession or is it according to Wikipedia, “familial dysautonomia, a genetic condition that can be associated with a lack of overflow of tears during emotional crying."
How many of us saw our parents crying? How many of us see our partners crying? How many of us cry ? How many of us cry silent tears? How many tears are hoarded?
Traditional cultures keen and lament the loss of loved ones in ceremonies of wailing and tears. They share their tears and heal together. Some people can't stop crying. Some don't know why and others can't forget why. If there was an anonymous tear bank that was free for all to make exchanges, would we be richer in tear balance?
Is each tear we cry unique and do our tears have our names on them ? Can mothers cry for their sons ? Can we cry for those in pain ? Does it help? Why do we cry?
It seems to be that crying is not a science even though it can be scientifically analysed. I can quote articles and facts on tears but for tears I have felt and allowed through I can count but few.
Today I intend to see my tears as little helpers, squeezing my excesses, cleansing me. My tears and I are ready to flow with life.
Other Blog Posts by Regina: My Tears, The Room of the Past, Lady Bugs are Lucky, Welcome Home, Shattering Beliefs
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