What is it about tears?  Maybe the question is more–what is it about deep grief and sadness?  As a spiritual being, there is no endings, no loss, no death.  But as a human merely being on this dear material world, loss simply hurts.  Maybe it is the simple act of tearing one thing away from another, like a carrot ripped from the soil, or even gently pruning branches.  Just the distinction of one thing being pulled from another that was together for a while creating a different kind of energy.

I’ve been known to weep instantly when I see a huge tree cut down.  I will stand on that fresh stump and feel the wide trunk and forever reaching arms and cry cry cry.  But even the ghost of tree softly reminds me that it is not gone, just disappeared into another dimension as a sprout.

I am reminded of an esteemed and honored rabbi who, after hearing the death of a dear friend, burst into tears.  When his fellow monk asked him why he cried when we are aware of the spiritual realm, the rabbi said “When God sends us sadness, we should cry.”  Like the Buddhists say, “When it rains, it just rains.”

I question no feelings today.  I allow the weeping as I enjoy the laughter.  I am clear like the field after a rain smiling tearfully at the unveiled sun.  A leaf on the slow rolling stream, I let the life of the Divine bounce me giggling to Her singing like a baby on Her knee.