Down By The Water

Alone a woman lies, drenched in relentless rain. Rivulets run down her face, mingling sorrow’s saline with the deluge. A tree looms in the distance, cold witness to her despair. She is lost, adrift in a churning sea of emotion. In her solitude, she tends wounds no other can fathom, soaking in sadness pooled around her. To deny these feelings would only delay their reckoning. Yet she must take care not to remain mired in the mud, saturated past healing.

For a time, release the hopeless grasping to control life’s currents. Instead allow agony’s waves to flow through you, trusting you will not be swept away. Emotions, like water, transform when given space to move. Suffering stagnates when dammed. When the storm finally passes, you will rise cleansed, washed clear of accumulated debris. But for now honour your heart’s rain, your pain.

Grant your tear-soaked being permission to rest here awhile. Compassion starts with gentleness toward your own struggles. There is no shame in wallowing for a spell while you weep. This is required and natural for recovery. Let the healing begin in the depths of your misery. Saltwater is a tonic for those that are suffering.

Know that however isolated you feel now, you have not been abandoned. Invisible bonds of love remain unbroken, though their strength is tested. One day you will look back on this difficult interim with new understanding and empathy for all who suffer alone. But your inner light persists, undimmed by the gloom. Others will depend on its guidance when you find your way through sorrow’s mists. Your kindness will be repaid by those you later shepherd from the shadows. All will be made meaningful. You will find purpose in that mission.

For now, take comfort in the silent communion of still waters. Let the elements’ muted wisdom seep into your bones, anchoring you to strength concealed below churning surfaces. Where land meets water, spirit is revived. You need only wait for the light to change.