The Cracked Dry Land of My Soul...

When I get to page 327 in Me Before You by Jojo Moyes I decide: I am not going to let this book get to me.

Not gonna' do it.

Thank god I read the last bit of the book in the tub! On page 354 I turn into a weepy, snotty, hiccoughing, slobbery puddle. The water pressure builds all the way through page 361. Well, I get to page 361, toss the book (carefully) onto the bath rug, and let the rest of it out.

So, I've done it. And I feel much better for it.

I do believe in crying. In private. The bathtub, the shower, wandering through the house when no one's home. I do believe, rather passionately, that crying is cathartic. Healing. Rejuvneating.

The cracked dry land of my soul needs these tears to grow.

I am not convinced that you need botox if you let yourself have a good cry whenever you need it. Sigh.

I don't want to spoil the book for you, but I will tell you to read it. READ IT.

And I will also tell you this: If someone you loves is there, at that threshold. GO. Be present with them in that moment. It will transform you, probably at the molecular level.

When I was with grandma, when she drew her last breath, it was like being in the presence of G-O-D.