Drip dry

I have cried twice already today and it is not yet noon. That is not the norm. I believe in the restorative cleansing power of crying, but I have not done much of it in the presence of others.  Never have.

The first time it happened today, I cried briefly as I comforted my very grumpy weeping child. The second time, next to the eggs in the grocery store, my eyes filled with tears while an acquaintance told me about how hard life is for her right now.  As we were contorted by laughter a  few minutes later the relief was palpable, laughing and crying tied so close together as they are.

There is still plenty of day light left today. Crying with others is part of our life that we probably don't do enough. It's a mechanism, a threshold for clearing a path.