the sacredness of tears day VII



Ever since I intentionally chose to trust this process of learning how to feel my feelings I began imagining, what I think are, swan feathers. In fact, these first pictures, white face & black tears, were largely inspired by the movie Black Swan which then led me to read, listen to, and watch excerpts from performances of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. As of late images of these majestic birds flow through quiet streams of imagination. At the forefront of my mind one was found sagely resting above me seemingly measuring my tears. While at another moment, I saw a swan spread its wings seemingly shielding me from even the threat of disturbance. Creating, for me, a sheltered resting place of loving & mourning. Swans are fierce warriors and valiant protectors – mother swans especially. Perhaps, just maybe, this intentional precious process was set aside for when I finally chose to surrender, to embrace the facet of love that is sometimes painful, and to allow God to be the mother-heart I’ve longed for all this time.

He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection.
Psalm 91:4




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