I am a cup half-full kind of gal. I not only look for the “silver lining”, I bedazzle it. I bedazzle it with shimmering sequins and light-reflecting Swarovski crystals. Don’t be a hater. It just is.
I took a week’s vacation, starting Saturday morning. My village of friends knows, for a variety of reasons, that I have the blessing of travel. Yet, this time, I took vacation to visit with my extended family in North Carolina. The visit was past due. There was my nephew’s college graduation. There were doctors’ visits with my father, and a bank appointment with my mother. So, why did I boohoo for almost two hours in the car, as I drove from one town to another?
I’ve been thinking about that. I’m not sad. Yet, I AM humbled. Okay, I admit it. I am a sap. I don’t cry often. For instance, I don’t cry at weddings or funerals. I’m sure that is a professional hazard from being the one often in charge. Instead, my tears flow in unusual circumstances.
I cry when hard work is completed and well done. I cry when people let down their guards and choose to be unusually vulnerable. I cry when I hear “Pomp and Circumstance”. Of course, like so many others, I cry when I am sleep deprived and world weary.
Crying is a gift. Though it gets a bad rap, it is the raw fruit cleanse for the soul. Sure, crying lubricates our eyeballs. It kills bacteria and removes toxins caused by stress. It also points out the obvious.
We are human. I don’t care if you call it, “leaky tear ducts, rain on your face, or salty discharge”. Crying reminds us that we are not always in control. It suggests that there may be more vibes in the universe for which we cannot take credit or blame. Our tears are a message to which we need to pay attention.
So, I took a day away by myself and drove to the beach. I wanted to pay attention. Unfortunately, a two-hour drive from my sister’s house became a five-hour drive after a wrong turn. Don’t laugh. I was lost in my thoughts as well. Oh, the trials and trails on which I find myself! Suffice it to say, I couldn’t get there fast enough. Yet, I had a lot of time to clarify the moans and groans spilling out from within.
Now what is it about the beach that brings us such comfort and calm? Is it the chronic white noise of tumbling waves? Is it the long walk? Is it the extra dose of Vitamin D? For those of us who grew up near the East Coast, is it the flood of good memories of family vacations, high school rites of passage, being with friends in a spirit of freedom and relaxation? For people of faith, is it the soggy baptismal pull, like gravity, that draws us back to the tide of Divine approval and love?
The answer to the question is all of the above. There is one more thing.
Do me a favor. Look at the picture below and use your imagination. Tell me what you see. I see a silver lining, bedazzled with shimmering sequins and light-reflecting Swarovski crystals. How about you?
Even if that time apart took longer than expected to get there, it was worth it. I listened to my tears. I gave thanks for them, and for everyone else around me who humbles me. Looking at that water brought me back to my true self.
So, the next time tears well up and start dripping down your face, pay attention. Accept your humanity. Listen to the moans and groans from within. Receive the gift of the cleanse. Then, in your imagination, take those tears and bedazzle them!