“My tears do not compromise my strength.”
That old commercial resonated with me. What can I say? I have always been, and forever will be, a crybaby. I cry because of joy, beauty, kindness, sadness, you name it. I no longer view it as a weakness. Why would I? Basal tears protect and nourish. Reflex tears provide relief from irritants. Psychic tears release 7 hormones. Those, dear readers, aren’t flaws. They’re signs that our internal purification systems are operating as intended.
Personally, I embrace the notion that crying not only helps us process and purify, it contributes to healing. That’s why I have constructed my own version of mini wailing walls that double as gratitude plateaus, depending on the occasion. Most are crescent-shaped hillside beds brimming with daffodils come spring. Short walls made of stacked native stone, planted with drought-tolerant bulbs and filled with forest duff provide elevated benches. Cracks and crevices in the rock work are places where written messages, on biodegradable fortune-size tags, can be tucked in and left as sincere prayers, humble pleas, and words of thanks.
As might be expected, up here in these Santa Lucia Mountains near Rocky Butte, there’s convenient wall building material everywhere. Rockslides pile up in the middle of the road after every storm and earthquake.
No rocks in your yard for a wailing wall? No worries. You don’t need them to have a cry. Right there in your recliner while you watch the nightly news seems like an appropriate place to me.
Let it out.
Accounts of atrocities such as child abuse, human trafficking, missing children and women, animal cruelty, humankind’s lowest levels of consciousness in action, are more than disheartening. They can be all-consuming.
Implosion due to oncoming despair may feel imminent with too much exposure and not enough release.
The good news is, as internal stress builds, it forces open an automatic pressure-relief valve. Out spill tears that cleanse, tears that flush away discouragement and disappointment so as to allow room for hope and productivity to return.
Contrary to conditioning and popular belief it’s OK to cry. There’s no shame in sobbing yourself to sleep. And no one ever actually bawled his or her eyes out. The body is designed to heal itself, so go ahead, grab a Kleenex, and cry, baby!