Tears of regeneration

There are tears that burst through us, like a river waiting to reach the ocean. Tears we cry for the grief our body has held and witnessed. There are tears that drip through our eyes from our deepest fears finally having space to be seen and held. And then there are tears that softly hydrates our skin, when we begin to release that something deep within us have changed. That whatever hardship, whatever pain or suffering we’ve undergone is finally over - our time of rebirth. Of cracking back through the winter soil, to reach the first rays of the sun’s return. I call them tears of regeneration. A moment, that doesn’t just mark our release of what came to be, but also marks a returning. A returning to our body, our heart, and our spirit. 

And it is often a tender moment, that holds so much complexity and depth to it. Many of us spend weeks, months, years, or even decades searching and reaching back to ourselves, back to our hearts. But when a moment like this finally arises, we realise that it is not always a trail blazing, all consuming experience. It is often just a gentle returning. Like flocks of birds swaying back over the northern spring skies, or violets suddenly popping up in the meadow. It is our reminder that everything blooms again. That life is self-sustaining, like the very breath that moves in our bodies. That is why these moments a so vital to soak in and take our time with.