When something moves us to tears, where does it take us?
To a spring that bubbles up? Or a river overflowing a dam? Whether they run down cheeks freely or are quietly tucked away a shift takes place, an opening.
No better time for this loosening than when we witness the thaw of great mounds of snow and ice turned to streams flowing into sewers or lakes or puddles of grand dimension.
It will freeze again with a layer of delicate ice that carves crystal designs.
Just as we freeze and thaw and freeze again. Until light and warmth prove they are able for all the water within us and without.
And so we are invited to stride into spring. To let tears flow– whether of joy or sorrow it does not matter. What’s important is to let it come and let it go.
We are made whole by this reckoning. By the sun and earth that holds us unwavering through all seasons. And we are made courageous by our willingness to be present to it all.
