I’ve been sitting in sadness these last twenty-four hours – perhaps longer. Finally allowing myself to feel it, I am overcome by the absence of friends and family. You are the most precious of these to me in ways unimaginable.
Thank you so much for all your support, I feel it, I welcome it, I add my essence and send it back. Your support, your unconditional love, carries me deeper into sadness because you are there and I am here.
My tears fall on seemingly barren terrain – my pink, emotion-heated flesh, the hard, impenetrable table of where I sit and write this – and then I realize these tears nurture the invisible.
The terrain of my soul, dry and cracked as deep winter dermal, consumes the first tear in a flash, as though it never arrived. I unwittingly send more. And more. Soon my soul breathes. Soon it is ready. Soon the sadness transforms itself. Into what, I don’t know yet. I just let it be. For now.
Until I see you again, feel your heart pound against mine, I commune with your soul and feel less sad.