Greening the Desert

I’ve spent many hours during the past few months wandering in the desert, grieving for my lost mate. I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much in my entire life. Of course, nothing this sad has ever happened to me before, either. At times I felt like a baby, and so I was — a child newly born to grief. I’ve learned much about tears in this crying time. Tears do not designate a lack of courage. Tears do not mean one is steeped in self-pity. Tears do not mean one is weak. Tears are simply a way of relieving emotional tension, and there is evidence that they even remove chemicals that build up in the body during emotional stress.

And apparently tears can do one other thing — they can green the desert. Here’s a photo of one of the trails I’ve been walking most days — visual proof of my river of tears. Or at least the result of them.

3 Responses to “Greening the Desert”

  1. Carol Ann Hoel Says:

    Now I know what to think when I see new green. Pat’s been here. I like your post. I’ve shed tears even without an apparent reason. After I stop, I realize how much better I feel. I’m ready to smile again.

  2. joylene Says:

    In Flanders Fields it was the blood that brought forth one of earth’s most beautiful flowers: the poppy. The grass looks just as beautiful.

  3. Sheila Deeth Says:

    Lovely image of the power and value of tears. Thank you.

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