Tears are a river that takes you somewhere…Tears lift your boat off the rocks, off dry ground, carrying it downriver to someplace better. ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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Infinite Tears, Enduring Hope: A Reflection on Grief
Grief changes us in an instant. The moment we lose someone we love, we step into a world only those who have grieved before us truly understand.
From Grief to Healing: Understanding the Sacredness of Tears
Listen to my Podcast, Journey from Grief to Healing, Episode 116 on your favorite podcasting app or click here for Episode 116
In Episode 116 of “Journey from Grief to Healing,” I recount a poignant moment with Babe during her final days in hospice. As I lay next to her, holding her hand and praying, a chaplain asked me a question that led to an unexpected revelation. This episode explores the profound impact of tears in coping with grief, drawing on the wisdom of writer Washington Irving, who said, “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power.”
Join me as I share my personal journey of finding strength through tears, reflecting on how they helped me navigate the intense grieving period after Babe’s passing. We delve into the cultural and emotional significance of crying, challenging the notion that it signifies weakness. Instead, we embrace tears as a powerful expression of our deepest emotions and a vital part of the healing process.
Through poetic reflections and insights from renowned writers like Khalil Gibran and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, we explore how tears can purify our hearts, cleanse our vision, and connect us with others. This episode is a heartfelt tribute to the healing power of tears and a reminder that it’s human to grieve, to cry, and to find hope and clarity through our sorrow.
Tune in to “Journey from Grief to Healing” as we uncover the sacredness of tears and their role in helping us move forward, honoring the memories of our loved ones while embracing the future with renewed strength and vision.
Today’s Poem: A Song of Morning by Ethel Clifford
A Song of Morning
Ethel Clifford
I WOULD give thanks to God for morning time;
Of all the happy day of hours God-given,
It is the prime
Best lifts my heart to heaven.
Before day comes into the valley here
I dream of those who live beyond the hill,
And wonder if the silent-footed dawn
Into their lives is bringing good or ill.
The waiting earth is like a chidden child
That, wistful, looks if pardon may be there;
When, suddenly, the sun is on the hill,
God smiles, and it is morning everywhere.
And when the morn comes in with falling rain,
Yet is it still the time of all most dear—
It is the angels round about God’s throne
That weep glad tears, because they are so near.
Poem of the Day ~ Poem (Happiness)
Poem
Blance Taylor Dickinson
Ah, I know what happiness is. . . .
It is a timid little fawn
Creeping softly up to me
For one caress, then gone
Before I’m through with it . . .
Away, like dark from dawn!
Well I know what happiness is . . . !
It is the break of day that wears
A shining dew decked diadem . . .
An aftermath of tears.
Fawn and dawn, emblems of joy . . .
I’ve played with them for years,
And always they will slip away
Into the brush of another day.
Inspiring Quote of the Day ~ It All Adds Up
“Count your age by friends, not years. Cour youlife by smiles, not tears.”
~ John Lennon
