I don't cry much these days, except in movies.
So this morning, walking purposefully along the ocean path, listening to Al Green singing Time Just Slips Away, I suddenly paused*...
My body wanted to slow down, relax - just dawdle along, maybe even stop and breathe deeply. The air was so sweet and summery...and so I did. Stop. And breathe.
Then, surprisingly, out of nowhere, a wash of warm tears swam down my cheeks. And down through my cells...cleansing, healing, melting tension. I wept quietly, sweetly, not really understanding why. I wept tenderly for my dear old aging body, my 'stiff upper lip', the sorrows of the world...
My tears felt precious. They remind me to pause and let myself BE...
I feel refreshed now. And my body is like a a child's ...natural, responsive, true to itself.
It was like a little revelation...I need to pause long enough to know how I'm really feeling...a need greater than the other 'necessary' things that crowd my days.
*There is a 'should' - even about walking.
Walk faster to get that heart rate up, walk longer to get those pounds off, walk with waist back, ribs up, shoulders back and down!
I know discipline is great, but so is pausing to listen to my body.
It has deeper things to say.
Your description of your walk, and your 'wash' of tears makes me want to say that (for me) tears are the salty waters of
the soul, cleansing and renewing. Thank you.
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