Soften into the sound of my voice,
Let the music be the river that carries your tears.
Trust the floor to catch you if you feel yourself falling apart.
You are safe here.
Begin,
Feel the support beneath you,
How it holds all of you without question.
Notice the air on your skin,
The gentle rise and fall of your tears.
Place a hand on your heart.
Tears are not weakness,
There is never shame in their grief.
They are the rain that loosens the roots of sorrow.
The body's way of speaking what the mouth cannot.
You don't need to summon them,
You don't need to stop them and so do you.
Notice where the ache rests within you.
Is it heavy in your chest,
Tight in your throat,
Burning behind your eyes?
Let those places soften,
Breathe into them.
Let your jaw loosen,
Let your shoulders drop.
You might hear a thought whisper,
I shouldn't cry.
Notice it and let it pass by like a leaf floating down a stream.
It is only a thought,
Not a truth.
Crying does not mean you are breaking.
It means something within you is moving,
Making space for what comes.
Crying means you are human,
Is still alive.
You are so deeply held.
Return your hand to your heart.
Feel how it still beats for you.
You are still here.
Your tears have spoken for now.
They may return or rest quietly in the corners of your eyes.
Either way they are welcome.
Because my love,
Your tears are sacred.
Your pain is real.
You are safe.
You are deeply held.
You are not alone.
