Old sadness

The magical music filled the air and she sat on the toadstool as tears rolled down her cheeks. Old tears, tears of loneliness, tears of sorrow. So much that she pushed into her soul and held there for her small little one.

And although it was the anger that lead her here, really her body was just full of this old sadness. He had given her a path in and when you’re giving a gift, even a painful one, she knew that you still needed to accept it.

If she was ever going to be whole again, she would need to cradle this pain, honor the anger, and love the joy while not letting fear stop her on this path. So she sent up her thanks and returned to her power of storytelling, to bear the pain of emotion and share it so her heart could stay open.

All the times that I cried
keeping all the things I knew inside
It’s hard, but it’s harder to ignore it
If they were right I’d agree
But it’s them they know, not me
-Cat Stevens

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