Something Sweet In Sadness

 Something sweet can be found in sadness, a soft melancholy whisper that breathes life into a withering soul...filling the void where apathy once sat.

Me

I wrote that line decades ago in a poem I remember only vaguely.  Though I didn't understand them completely until recently, those words from that poem have haunted me since I first allowed them to come through onto the page. They were meant for me more than anything else, I now believe. A message from my soul to my soul. 

So, so many false layers of story, protection and image we wear over our life spans...so many pseudo feelings hiding the real feelings needing to be expressed. We truly do not understand the felt experience of honest sadness until we can experience it without the narrative, the history, the causation focus, the layers of numbing filtering, and the "me" of it. We need to tap into it as it is. 

Hmm! As I look out at both the beauty of this life and the difficulty, I feel real sadness in little spurts...in behind my eyes trickling down in tiny streams of felt experience or bubbling up behind the gate of my mind waiting patiently for the okay to flow more freely. I look forward to that authentic, unrestricted flow for I know, unlike all the contaminated by "me" sadness I might have experienced to date, this stuff will be real and cleansing. It will breathe Life back into the soul ego tried to bury under all this human drama. It will pump up the space that has been for too long cut off with some honest emotion. I will finally feel it and experience it fully. I will feel and experience the actuality of Life.

Maybe sadness is one of the first emotions we need to tap into as we shed our layers and confront and embrace our unprotected cores. There is so much suffering in the world and there is so much awesome beauty and mystery.  To be open to all of  it, is going to lead to sadness at times...sweet, sweet, beautiful sadness. 

All is well.