For some unknown reason, I was weepy. It had not been a sad day, but a busy one. There was no cause on which I could lay the blame. Granted I had prodded the scars on some old memories, but they are long past and well healed. The dog, if I let her near the keyboard, would tell you that we had been having fun… a ‘mad half hour’ that extended throughout the early evening and ended in a laughing heap of fur and limbs collapsed panting on the floor… both hers and mine… and with a triumphant hound licking my face. The triumph being because she knows she is not supposed to and, as she was sat on me, she had the advantage.
I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself for any reason. I can’t even blame fluctuating hormones as they have come neatly packaged in regular daily doses for years. I had slept longer than usual. There was no reason for it. It was simply something that washed over me out of the blue and didn’t bother warning me or telling me why.
Pretty much everything I read from that point onward reduced me to tears, from beauty to empathy. I decided to watch a film instead. I chose a nice, safe adventure… one I have watched more times than I can remember. I know the book pretty much by heart too and it isn’t particularly sad … yet it had me dripping. Ani, by this time, was getting a bit concerned especially as even her cuddles set me off!
I gave up and went to bed a soggy mess.
The easy response is that there is, as we say in my home county, ‘nowt queerer than folk’ and it is true, we are an odd lot. Emotions can overtake us for many reasons or…apparently… none. But easy answers don’t cut it when you are lying in bed going back over the day.
In that meditative state there is no room for anything but honesty. There is no-one to see, no-one to hear, judge or impugn. Your thoughts are your own and there is nowhere to hide from yourself. So what had set me off? There was obviously something lurking there that needed to be disinterred and examined and, given the path I have chosen with the School, there could be no shying away from that.
The only thing I could think of were the memories I had been retelling. In addition to the instances from my own life upon which I had mused, I serve as a memory for my son for the missing period of his life and those memories are of a traumatic time. Had I touched some unknown sore spot there? I didn’t think so… not particularly… nothing we haven’t discussed before. The fact we can discuss them, given the original prognosis, means that there has been a miraculous resolution that puts past hurt into a completely different perspective that is rooted in thankful joy.
I was no wiser. Then I wondered about the cumulative effect of remembered emotion. There had been a number of instances recalled, moments of pain and loss that had cut deep at the time. You call up a memory and, to remember it in detail, watch it play out vividly on the screen of the mind. With that almost cinematic effect come the emotions you had felt. Maybe that was it, just an overdose of memory? There was something in that, but there had to be more to it.
I dug deeper and finally got there in the end. The memories themselves weren’t the problem, nor their attendant emotions. Unacknowledged fears were at the root of it, and yet, once seen, once examined, they were found to be groundless; laughably empty and without substance. No more than a reaction learned from a flawed understanding by a younger, more fragile self… one who believed that to love something you had to keep it close in case you lost it. And under that cold, damp blanket of false fear, I found what I was looking for.
It wasn’t pain or sadness that had set me off in the first place… it was joy; gratitude for all the wonder and beauty I have known over the past few years. It was the obverse of pain which is why I couldn’t find any; it was the lights at the end of the tunnels, the laughter after tears, the sunny days that follow the dark ones. These are not things you ‘have’ so they cannot be ‘lost’. They are not possessions, but gifts of the moment and all you can do is be open to them when they come… and it is enough that they do. They come into even the darkest times, as fragile and delicately beautiful as butterflies. To try and hold them would be the same as pinning a butterfly to a board. There is no need. They simply light up a life with their presence.
I fell asleep laughing at myself. There are worse ways…
And in the end, a perspective that is rooted in thankful joy. Yes!
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I have a feeling that’s how it should work…
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For sure.
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At least after realisation hit you didn’t end up crying yourself to sleep Sue!
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Crying yourself to sleep plays havoc with the eyeballs. I’d rather laugh at myself 🙂
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I agree!!!
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😀
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There are most definitely much worse things in life, Sue. Hugs.
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Thanks, Robbie. Hugs 🙂
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I can so identify with this, tears for no apparent reason. A piece if music, something I read, something I hear on the radio, can set me off. I can’t blame it on hormones, even though I have the menopause in a box pills, or anxiety. It just happens. So I let it. Better out than in, and most times I feel better, if a little embarrassed.
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I’ll cry for pretty much anything these days, especially beauty, and I have no excuses either… nor do I think we need them 😉
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Yup, this makes sense. Has happened to me a number of times. Tears of joy are not always understood by others and ourselves sometimes!
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It really sneaked up on me this time… but a lovely way to end the day 🙂
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Reblogged this on evelynralph and commented:
Very inciteful. Evelyn
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Thank you so much, Evelyn.
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I am stunned by your wisdom. You are truly blessed in life and attitude. You have not had an easy past , to say the least. I hope I am not being presumptuous as I only know you from her an BB . Yet I feel you know your path, I am still looking for mine. Bless you and Ani .💜
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Thank you, Willow. My story is pretty well known around here, I think… as is the direction my own path carries me. But I have a feeling that all paths are going to the same centre at the end. 🙂
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Yes , I think you are right there. 💜
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🙂 ❤
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The human experience, with all its joy and pain. You were given an ample dose of both, and have every right to laugh and or cry yourself to sleep. This is some beautiful insight, Sue. Be grateful for the depth of those feelings.
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I am, Van, very grateful. As Nick is fond of pointing out, any emotion is better than being unable to feel.
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Thank heavens! Glad you got to the root of it and found joy!
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Joy is never far away…even in the bad times, Marje.
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I’m glad you finally found the root of your extreme emotions. 🙂 — Suzanne
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So am I, Suzanne. It was a useful exercise 🙂
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Emotions – indeed they are funny things. A few months ago I fell in love with a singer and one of his songs which I was not familiar with and yet it made me weep because it felt like it was mine and my ex’s signature song. Bizarre.
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The heart has a mind and logic all of its own sometimes…in fact, most of the time. 🙂
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You got to where I was going before me. Sometimes, the fun and hilarity really is the trigger. But beyond that, a lot of small things pass by us and we do not notice that these little things, a few words, a song, a line that reminds us of a story and maybe who told the story … There’s a giant pool of emotion in all of us. Some of it is hidden by choice, but much of it is just there. We never dealt with it. Good stuff, bad stuff and half a lifetime of in-betweens. And sometimes, some little think opens a door and we feel it. I often don’t remember what or why I’m feeling it. It’s too vague, too long ago, wasn’t a “big issue” and it just went into the “general file.”
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Most of our lives seem to pass by half unnoticed as we get on with the dailytask of living and making a living, yet everything is there stored somewhere and it can take so little to call it up unexpectedly. As you say, half of it barely connects with memory, so we may not even understand what we are feeling…but at least we are feeling.
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Such a moving post, Sue. It is not often that we cry tears of joy and gratitude and it was so touching to read. 🙂
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Thanks, Judy. Oh I don’t know… I cry for many things these days… and few of them sad 🙂
(You were in spam again, by the way) x
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A beautiful truth you’ve shared with us Sue. It’s nice to cry joyful tears instead of sad ones, and glad you found you were just overjoyed with gratitude. ❤
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It is good t remember that we can cry both ways 🙂 x
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Absolutely, part of being human. 🙂 xx
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I must be more human than hobbit then 😉 xx
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Lol Sue 🙂 xx
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🙂
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Gratitude can overwhelm as much as other emotions, I reckon. It’s nice that your cup runneth over with joy, Sue. 🙂
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It’s rather easy to forget that sometimes, when all the everyday stuff gets in the way…but it does 🙂
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks for reblogging, Jaye x
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As I get older, my propensity for tears becomes embarrassing sometimes. So many memories trigger sad and happy outpourings, but they are all special…
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I cry a lot these days… even more than when I was younger… but then, things touch both memory and understanding with more richness, I feel, after having lived a while.
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sometimes overwhelmingly so, when you pass 70!
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I’ll be happy to get there 😉
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I know what you mean, trying to have positive thoughts about 8o!
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Well, just getting there is one 🙂
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