This combination of having feelings and a brain to analyze them can get me caught up in a little twister.  Are feelings real?  Are the culturally determined?  Is what I feel truly a side effect of what I believe?  Would it be better to only have good feelings and dissolve all “bad sad” feelings into facts of life?  It’s my belief (whoops, there I go again!) that there is no answer to these kinds of questions, just preferred opinions.

My opinion is that some memories just simply bring tears.  My mom says (from the other side) that we cry because we love; that’s how humans do it.  Despite that I talk to those I love on the other side, salt water still can leak from my eyes without warning.  The mind of my heart knows I am one with them in Spirit.  But the heart of my mind just wants to cry for missing them, missing the dream of what we might not have had even when they were alive.  Crying at stories maybe.

Today I’m going to let my heart be a sponge.  I can squeeze it when I want, so all the water love tears sadness joy weep out.  And I can rest in the hands of the Divine Housekeeper, ready to fill up with the sweet nourishing new love all around me.  What a lovely thought, to be Her sponge.