Welcome,
Beautiful soul.
Find yourself somewhere comfortable now,
Somewhere you do not have to hold yourself quite so tightly.
You may be sitting.
Maybe lying down.
Have you wrapped in a cozy blanket,
Resting your head against a cushion?
There's nothing you need to achieve here.
Nothing you need to understand,
And perhaps,
Most importantly,
Nothing you need to hold back.
Allow your eyes to slowly close if that feels comfortable and take a slow breath in.
And release it softly.
Another breath.
Letting the air travel all the way down into your body.
And then letting go.
And as you breathe.
Imagine that you are giving yourself permission to soften.
Not to fall apart.
Or to lose yourself.
Simply.
Softened.
Because sometimes we become so accustomed to being strong that we forget how much strength it takes to become soft again.
We carry things.
Words that were never spoken.
Goodbyes that never felt complete.
Moments we wish we could return to.
And people we still love,
Versions of ourselves we have outgrown.
And loneliness we never mentioned.
Disappointments we brushed aside,
Dreams that changed shape.
And sometimes even happiness becomes so full inside us that it spills over.
And the body has its own beautiful language for all of this.
Tears.
Such tiny things,
A single drop of water appearing at the corner of your eye,
And yet within that tiny drop can live an entire world.
A memory.
A name.
A longing.
A relief.
A love so enormous that words could never contain it.
And for a moment simply notice the space around your eyes.
You don't need to make yourself cry.
This meditation is not asking anything from you.
If no tears come,
That is perfectly all right.
We are simply creating a place where they would be welcome.
A place where tears don't need to be wiped away quickly.
A place where nobody says,
Don't cry,
Be strong,
Cheer up.
Look on the bright side.
Here,
There is no need to apologise for tenderness.
Here,
Your tears are sacred.
Imagine now that you're walking slowly through a beautiful landscape just after rainfall.
The earth beneath your feet is dark and rich.
Leaves glisten.
Honey droplets cling to grasses and flowers.
And the whole world seems softer somehow.
Washed.
Quiet and alive.
And you walk slowly along a little path.
There's no destination you must reach.
You're just simply walking.
Breathing.
Listening.
And somewhere nearby you hear water.
Not a rushing water,
Not a great waterfall,
Just the delicate sound of droplets falling into a still pool.
And you follow the sound until you find a small clearing.
And in the center is a beautiful pool of water,
Perfectly still,
Except for the occasional drop falling from the leaves above.
And you sit beside it.
And as you look into the water,
You realize that this is a place where nothing needs to be hidden.
And you can bring your whole heart here.
The beautiful parts,
The bruised parts,
Hopeful parts,
The exhausted parts,
The parts that still miss someone,
The parts that still wonder why.
The parts that never have been trying so very hard.
And place one hand lovingly over your heart and breathe.
Perhaps there is something within you that has been waiting to be acknowledged.
You don't need to search for it,
Just whisper inwardly.
You may come forward now and wait.
Perhaps an emotion appears.
Perhaps a memory.
Perhaps nothing comes except a feeling you cannot name.
And that is enough.
You don't always have to know why you are crying.
Sometimes the body knows before the mind does.
And sometimes tears are simply the heart opening a small doorway and saying,
I need to release this now.
NFTs begin together.
Make them gather.
Feel that tiny warmth behind your eyes,
That fullness,
That moment before a tear finally becomes heavy enough to fall.
How beautiful that your body knows how to do this.
You don't have to teach it.
You don't have to instruct it.
It simply knows.
And one tear may carry grief,
Another may carry relief.
One may belong to something that happened yesterday.
Another may have been waiting 20 years.
One maybe for somebody you loved.
Another maybe for yourself.
For all the times you kept going when you wanted to stop.
For all the times you smiled because you didn't know how to explain what hurt.
For the younger you who needed comfort.
For the present you who may still need some.
Let your hand remain over your heart.
And imagine that every tear that falls is received by the earth.
Nothing is wasted.
Nothing is embarrassing.
Nothing is too much.
The earth knows tears.
Rain falls from the sky.
Dew gathers upon flowers.
Rivers overflow their banks.
Clouds become heavy and release what they can no longer carry.
Nature has never believed that release is weakness.
And perhaps we were never meant to believe it either.
Imagine one of your tears falling into that beautiful pool before you and watch the tiny circle it makes upon the surface.
One ring.
Then another.
Then another.
All moving outward.
And perhaps you release that tear has changed something.
The water has received it.
It no longer belongs only to you.
So allow another.
And another.
You wish to come.
You may even imagine tears that you could not cry at the time.
Those moments when you had to remain composed.
When there were things to organize and people who needed you.
Responsibilities waiting,
Times when you simply were too shocked,
Too tired,
Or too numb to cry.
Whose tears were never lost.
Perhaps they simply waited.
And if they're ready now.
.
.
They are welcome.
There's no expiry date on grief.
No correct moment for release.
No rule saying you should be finished with something by now.
Heart keeps its own calendar.
And sometimes tears are simply love remembering.
Take another breath,
Slowly in.
And softly out.
Notice how different it feels when you don't fight what wants to move through you.
You are not drowning in your tears.
You are allowing them to flow.
There is a difference.
Water that cannot move becomes stagnant.
Water that is allowed to flow finds its way forward.
And perhaps your tears know the way too.
Imagine now that the little pool before you begins to shimmer with a soft silver light.
Every tear you have cried is somehow honored there.
The tears nobody saw.
The tears that soaked into pillows.
The tears in the bathroom behind closed doors.
The tears in cars.
The tears beneath showers.
The tears that became unexpectedly while hearing a song.
The tears that appeared when someone was kind to you at exactly the wrong or perhaps exactly the right moment.
Tears of laughter.
Tears of reunion.
The tears of birth.
The tears of farewell.
The tears that came because something was simply too beautiful to hold inside.
All of them belong.
All of them have spoken for you when words could not.
Perhaps you can whisper now.
My tears are welcome.
My tenderness is welcome.
My heart is welcome.
And breathe.
There is nothing shameful about having a heart that feels deeply.
There is something extraordinarily human about it.
You have loved and you have lost.
You have hoped,
You have remembered,
You have been touched by life and sometimes life leaves water in our eyes.
Stay beside the silver pool for another moment.
Perhaps dip your fingers into the water.
It just feels cool and soothing.
And bring those imaginary fingertips to your heart.
And hear those words within you.
I don't have to carry everything without release.
I'm allowed to soften.
I'm allowed to feel.
To cry.
And I'm allowed to feel lighter afterwards.
Now take one final look at the pool.
Notice that has not become less because beautiful tears entered it.
Perhaps it has become more sacred.
Maybe that is true of you too.
Your tears don't diminish you.
They reveal the places where life has touched you deeply.
And begins slowly walking back along the rain-softened path.
Notice the droplets still resting upon the leaves,
Tiny jewels of water catching the light.
And imagine that every tear you release is precious in the same way.
Not something to hide,
Not something to apologize for.
A small,
Shining expression of something your heart once held.
And begin returning your awareness to your body now.
Feel the surface beneath you.
Feel your hands and your feet.
Notice your breathing.
Before you open your eyes,
Place your hand once more over your heart.
And if tears have come,
Allow them their final journey.
Don't hurry to wipe them away.
Let them rest upon your skin for just a moment.
Honor them.
And if no tears came today,
Honour that too.
You have still opened the door.
And whenever your heart needs it,
This place remains with you.
A quiet pool.
A rain-washed path.
A place where nothing has to be hidden.
Take a slow breath in.
And breathe out.
And when you're ready.
Gently open your eyes.
And may you never again mistake your tears for weakness.
May you remember that some tears are grief.
Samaa Healing.
Some are gratitude.
And some are simply love with nowhere else to go.
And whenever they come,
May you let them fall beautifully.
For your tears are precious,
Your tenderness is beautiful,
And every sacred tear is your heart whispering,
I have felt.
I have love.
And now?
I let this flow.
Namaste.
