Sometimes things happen in life that make her sad or stir the well of sadness deep down in her being.
It could be from a person,
An experience,
A thing,
Maybe even from a memory.
Sadness becomes activated like a faucet.
The faucet of sadness gets turned on and tears begin flowing down her cheeks without effort,
Without control.
Like molten lava slowly bubbling up from the core of a volcano.
Sadness bubbles up,
Getting released through tears.
Sometimes,
Once the faucet gets turned on,
It can be difficult to shut off.
The sadness becomes like a cloak,
An armor,
Consuming the entire body,
Inside and out.
The tears continue to flow with ease,
Slowly running down one side of her cheek,
Then the other.
She doesn't stop them.
She doesn't wipe them away.
She allows them to flow naturally,
Allowing the sadness to leave her body,
Her being,
Her heart,
Her soul.
Eventually,
The flow begins to subside,
Like slowly beginning to turn the faucet off.
The sadness has been allowed to come up and out.
She knows shutting the faucet off too soon would only cause a backup.
She wants what needs to be released,
To be released.
The tears slowly subside,
Still leaving her with a cloak of sadness.
She knows eventually the cloak will dissolve,
Dissipate,
Just like the tears.
She allows the tears,
The feelings,
The sensations.
Sadness is one she can handle.
She allows her breath to create a sense of ease and comfort in what she is feeling.
Eventually too,
The cloak fades away.
She's left with a quietness,
A stillness,
A calm,
Internally.
She knows this will rise again,
And once again,
She will allow it.
A cleansing,
A purifying,
An emptying.
Placing a hand on her heart,
She whispers I love you.
Taking in a deep breath,
And sighing it out.
She continues on with her day,
Feeling lighter.
With perhaps even a little pep in her step.
She knows she is okay.
Many blessings.
Namaste.
