Paying attention ….
Everyday there’s something that pulls my heartstrings. Every day there is something to feel deeply and shed heart*ache tears about; and everyday there is that poignant beauty Andrew writes about.   It’s there. It’s up to me to pay attention and welcome the feeling of heart*breaking*open.

One recent Sunday morning I went to an ecstatic dance gathering.  I just wanted to dance.  But as my body moved, and my breathing deepened, and my usual “dance-moves” shifted to an organic flow of movements, I felt a well of grief open in me, and I cried.
 
There are times when I’m not “good” at crying. I feel something grip in my belly or tighten around my chest.  I know I need a good cry.  
 
I cry in the shower.  I cry in my car.  I cry into your shoulder or my pillow.
 
What I’ve found vastly powerful is to come to a practice and fully give myself to the cry…
I open my arms wide, throwback my head, invite my belly to relax, take a full breath and open my throat.
 
I wail
I cry
I howl
I sob
I weep
I grieve
I boohoo
 
I wail for the way life has brought you to your knees in grief
I cry for being misunderstood by my neighbor
I howl for the earth*beings who are in a struggle to survive
I sob because your home has burned to the ground
I weep for all that separates me*from*you*from*them
I grieve for the words that weren’t said and for some of the words that were
I boohoo for the little disappointments that accumulate like dust under the bed
 
And
I cry because we’re extraordinarily, beautifully human. 
…. and I’m listening
With tears of love,
Sharon