Tears bring a healing

A whole month without journaling on my blog...time goes by fast when you're being superwoman. Lately I have been feeling like a bird trapped in the middle of a tornado - trying to fly, trying to stay balanced, trying to survive in this turmultuous world. They say your house is representation of your spirit right?

Today I exhale after months of excrutiating planning for a wonderful event, however, I left with wavering emotions. Bittersweet I tell you. In planning, someone asked me..."how often does it rain in the desert? Should we be concerned?"..."YEAH RIGHT!" i said. But of course....go figure...it decides to rain the ENTIRE weekend. Amazing I tell you! Everything truly does occur for a reason. The rain brought a cleansing, a healing if you will. I found myself crying uncontrollably. Not the kind where you're gasping for air, but rather, the kind where tears just fall like autumn leaves - naturally...effortlessly. They were tears of frustration, joy, exhaustion, disappointment, anger, and inspiration all rolled in one. As I wiped them from my face, my conscious whispered to me, "its time for a spirtiual healing, a growth". Where and how to begin I am not sure, but I know that is begins with me. I will stumble and fall, but "we fall down, but we get up..." because tears are Yahweh's healing water.