Good Evening, God!
Give sorrow words . . . Shakespeare said that centuries ago. But, God, we don’t. As for me, I didn’t know how. So I pushed it down . . . focused on all the Good Stuff . . . practiced Gratitude. And all of that is GOOD . . . but it isn’t enough.
So sorrow waits. Waits to be acknowledged. Respected. Heard. And then given expression. Shakespeare said words. But there are many ways of expressing grief. One friend after losing her son in a storm in the seas off of Alaska went to a dance class called Sweating Your Grief.
Sweating our grief. Yes! Sweating can be a way of expressing grief. And so, too, is running. Perhaps, in a culture that has taught us not to be Cry Babies . . . that is the only way some of us have. In my friend’s case she ACKNOWLEDGED her grief. She RESPECTED it. She knew she had to work with it!
Expressing grief isn’t what I thought it was. It isn’t about whining or complaining — those words come more from the Mind. A true and healing expression of grief comes when the Heart speaks . . . and when the Body weeps the salt of tears and sweat.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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