Tears are doing their own thing

My  friend  is a really good cryer, I am not!  I think that it isn't grown up or very British to cry.  So, having found myself crying a bit I have taken a look at it and here is what I have found.

The word tears, means not just those briny wet things which come our of your eyes, it also means to split, to tear apart, to rip. That word with its different apparent meaning is meant to be like that.  It takes a split or a tear to send the tears out to wash your face and purify your heart

When you are a grown up, particularly a really really grown up sort of Granny, about to be 70 years old for heaven's sake or you are Grandpa, you don't cry over things, you pick yourself up, maybe meditate a bit more determinedly but you know that your role is to accept things and keep the show on the road.  Tears don't fit in!

You, the two old grandparents don't even cry together over things because you try to sort them out, you are after all a grown up.  Then, just when you are off your guard, you watch some innocent thing, a baby, the Queen's face at the RAF fly by, you hear that those 12 boys and their coach are all rescued, you hear a hymn or just a song which has meaning or God forbid, someone plays you the Pacobel Canon perfectly, up they come, they come creeping into your voice while you are trying to speak clearly and running down your cheeks and generally making an outlet for all the sad things which you haven't been able to cry over.  Tears are your humanity and they connect you with the sadness of human beings and others everywhere.  They can be tears of sorrow or tears or relief.

If you know you have a bit of well of tears waiting to come and show themselves, better to go watch a really sad movie (I took myself off to watch Breathe) where in the dark in St Neots Cineworld you can just let them roll down your face and not even bother to dab your eyes or your nose which also shares the rolling stream.  Somewhere in the tears is the reason for them and the reason will be about kindness or lack of it, it will be recognising that you and all human beings are the same, have the same needs and are looking for kindness among people.  That is why, it is the beautiful and the kind and the innocent that suddenly tear the fabric of your 70 year old brave face.  

If tears have to come, you know that inside you, there must be love because if you didn't love, you simply couldn't cry about sad things happening to you or to others and they wake you up to the fact that your needs are just the same as another persons and maybe you will watch out more carefully for the signs of sadness on another person.  You certainly won't be wanting to add sadness to them.