I shed tears often lately.
I miss my son so dearly. Just writing that brought a few.
The hole is immense and sometimes that emptiness consumes me until I overflow.
Without the ability to shed my tears I would dry up like a fallen leaf and blow away on the winds that bring change into my life.
The tears, although they accompany pain, are the rains that will stir the slumber of seeds that will grow into something beautiful.
And this beautiful new growth will carry me through my hard times.
It will be the thing that I cling to when the winds blow their hardest.
It will help me to not be swept from my path and be lost in the wilderness that surrounds me.
They are not a sign of weakness but a source of strength because they release a little bit of the things that would cloud my vision, burden me, and prevent me from drawing upon the wisdom within and without.

peace.