I could not cry for many many years. I think I was around 42 when I regained the ability to do so. These days many things will bring me to tears. I have a lot of grieving to do, but it is still hard to allow myself sometimes. I know that if I have not cried for more than a few days I am shut down somehow and will deliberately try to reconnect with myself. Music can be the quickest path back to myself and my tender heart.

Not all tears are tears of pain and sorrow. Sometimes a just the blueness of the sky, or the sparkle of new snow will remind me of a lost awareness that the world is in fact a benevolent place, full of wonders. That can leave me sobbing as well....