07 Feb

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So many tears, but nowhere to put them.

In one place, they are an accusation.

In another, an imposition.

If you don’t find a resting place for them on the outside, they’ll die inside you instead.

And you know how that goes.

Your inside becomes a cemetery

Haunted by unfelt hurts and unspoken words.


The right home for tears is a special place.

You know it when you find it.

It is called a Crying House.

There is no floor or ceiling, only space.

No clever doctrines are admitted.

No correct answers.

No repercussions or rules, admonitions or advice.

You can stay as long as you like.

And you’re allowed to cry to your heart’s content.

All the way down to the source of your tears

To the root of your fears.


And that’s when a funny thing happens.

Without fear or impatience,

The flow tapers off, and you start to sense the end of them.

Your lips begin to curl upwards.

You notice the existence of the sun outside.

You think of something you’d really like to do, someone you’d like to see again, or meet for the first time.

You hear music, and want to dance!

You remember a silly joke, and actually find it funny!

And then you know this stay is over, and you’re ready to pack your things, and head for home.


Crying Houses are few and far between.

People fear what they don’t understand, and try to shut them down.

Sometimes you must travel a long way to find one.

But don’t be put off by the rumours.

They aren’t places you go to die.

On the contrary, they are what allows you to continue to live life to the full.

If your tears are stuck inside or being rushed along, rest assured that they will find safe haven in a Crying House.

If you can’t find one at first, don’t give up.

Keep looking.

You’ll know it when you find it.


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