A Place to Cry
Virginia Woolf wrote that “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
A certain space, I imagined, where creative energy could flow freely. I crave that when I want to write , when I have thoughts that just have to be captured on paper. It is often not a room though for me, but just a space. A gracious and plush yellow couch…a rattan chair outside under the blue dome and blazing sun.
Just as important is a place to cry. A indispensable space for my life energy to flow and for healing to continue. A place where my tears flow freely and without judgment. Without pity. Without question. Without ready solutions. Just to let them fall over my cheeks . I taste their saltiness. Their wetness is real. And often they are just below the surface of my daily mask. Perched. Ready.
I am grateful for a place to cry. I need it. I crave it. Even if its just for a moment. A woman, a man must have love of self and a place to cry if she/he is to live fully.
Do you have a place?
True word Ms Beth – beautiful and poignant piece for all. Love you Ma
YES; THANK YOU FOR EXPRESSING YOUR SENSITIVE HEART. I TOO HAVE DEALT WITH
SEVERE DEPRESSION, AS WELL AS ANXIETY/PANIC; EVEN SO, MY FAITH IN GOD
KEEPS ME STRONG AND HOPEFUL THROUGH IT ALL: NOT A “VICTIM” BUT TRULY
VICTORY IN JESUS, MY SAVIOR FOREVER!
It’s always a pleasure to hear your words of wisdom and blessings, you are truly a spirit of benevolence of the highest order. The sharing of a place to Cry is just one example of your spirit of sharing and healing in action. Keep smiling lady and singing as well. God is blessing you and all that is in contact with you both near and far.