Feel. Cry. Accept. Breathe. Be.

As I lay in bed nestled underneath the mountain of covers and listen to the rainfall- rhythmic and beautiful, constant and steady, I feel it soak into my emotional soul. The power and swell is larger than me. The process of drenching, filling and seeping as it comes into me and then the movement out of me is like a ritualistic, cathartic method of cleansing.

Maybe the sky is empathizing with me today as it lets the water go, knowing there is a greater purpose in the release.

Crying …

seems attached to something we would not want to live without. The process of surrender makes room for the much-needed strength that’s moving in to fill the void.

Feel. Cry. Accept. Breathe. Be.

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