I’ve been home for less than one week, after being on a two-month adoption journey, and I’m struck down by the flu. DESPITE getting the flu shot that the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit aggressively recommended. Headache, weak, low-grade fever.
You know, sick.
And, so I’ve been going through handkerchiefs, and trying to rest so that I can show up and teach our class tomorrow.
But, the handkerchiefs got me thinking how many weepy moments I’ve been having lately.
Weepy Moments
The weepy moments have centered on two subjects: my little boys, and President Obama. I weep on my boys because of the incredible beauty and profound love I experience when I look at them (most times.)
President Obama because I am just awe-struck by so many things about who he is, and the manner in which he’s doing what he’s doing. Humility, sincerity, realistic, and a culmination of decades, nay centuries, of hard work to help to rebalance our society and the hates we have inherited.
You know, I’m not looking at Obama as a savior… just a manifestation of what’s possible through patient application of love, wisdom and strength. From slavery to the presidency- it’s a healing for our entire country, no matter how well or poorly he does what he swore to do today.
This Isn’t About My Boys or Obama.
It’s about weepy moments. Those weepy moments when something very profound and wordless sweeps through my heart, and reduces me to honest sobs of… relief? Love? Compassion? Peace?
I’m noticing that with all the stress this past year of an adventure in hiring and the long and tortuous adoption process, that I haven’t had that many weepy moments.
I’m glad to have them back.
The Heart Inclines Towards Weeping
That’s what the Sufis say. That the heart is disposed to weeping, that it is healthy part of the surrendering to the Big L Love.
I believe with all of my heart that weepy moments are intrinsic to a healthy business. Because without those weepy moments, where is your obliteratingly awesome attachment to love? And without that love, is anything worth anything at all?
Any weepy moments to share?
6 Responses
Hi, Mark.
What a nice expression of the heart. I, myself, feel I can do more weeping. Thank you for reminding me that I don’t always have to put on a strong face and to just let it out!
Love,
Greg
Greg
Oh, Mark, I’m so sorry you’re sick with the flu! A big hug for you–I hope you feel better very soon.
After our class on Thursday I wept and wept. And felt so peaceful in my heart afterwards.
This whole week of being in surrender to God has brought more tears, and an ever-deeper peace.
Thank you for saying, in so many different ways, that what’s good for our hearts is good for our businesses too . . . Whatever brings us deeper into Love enriches us and nourishes our world.
Love and deep gratitude,
Hiro
Hiro Boga
It’s been a day of tears for me, too.
My day began with weeping. Had a life-shifting EFT/coaching session, and as we reached shifts that resonated deeply, my “truth tears” flowed.
Truth tears: tears of joy and recognition and ahhhh-relief that always show up when a truth I’d not been seeing — maybe even hiding from myself, denying? — is brought to the surface, to the light. They are, I believe, my heart’s way of saying “Yeah, that! Yes!”
Left that call to watch the inauguration of our new President — more tears, more joy, more heart-being-touched.
Sadly, just learned a friend is dealing with a recurrence of breast cancer after 16 years. Tears of fear and sadness, and also hope.
Those tissues in your photo illustration, Mark, are great for blowing stuffy noses, but please don’t offer to wipe away my tears. These tears are treasures, are healing, are the nectar of life.
L’Chaim! To life, and good health, and joy.
AmpleHugs,
-Anne
Tears heal. Not just emotionally, but physically, too, as emotional tears cleanse the body of substances that accumulate under stress. (Interestingly, tears produced for unemotional cleansing, like when cutting an onion, have a different chemical make-up.)
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The weepy moments may relate back to your boys, too… Aletha Solter, who wrote The Aware Baby (a book which I recommend reading) says that if we are at a point where we are not responding well to our babies crying (like if it’s driving us craszy and we jsut want them to STOP – as opposed to being able to be present with them at let them express how they are really feeling through their cries), it’s usually because we haven’t cried enough ourselves.
And my spiritual teacher tells a story about her teacher – who was said to have been resting in elightened awareness for 40 years – wiping a single tear (of joy) off her cheek and saying to her… this is more precious than gold. No money can give you this… a tear of freedom.
So… bring on the weepy moments!
Yollana
I’m glad you all are so weepy with me! Now if I can just kick (accept?) this darn (blessed?) flu…