I had a feeling of pleasure, so I thought, “Let it be.” And it blossomed. It became a flower where I would have left it a bud. It was surprising. There was so much left. The same is true with crying. I feel the need to cry and to stifle it at the same time, but I let go and tears come. They feel good. Most of the time they are brief, but sometimes they break into sobs. Memories are the same way. They are edible, which is why I want to spit them out or gobble them up. It all seems like it should mean something, but I think it only means itself. John O’Donohue
Deep Dive Saturday Writing Prompt ~ What emotion is the hardest for you to let yourself feel, own, express? Write about how it feels in your body, your heart, your psyche and how it changes if you let yourself go there, let yourself put it out in the open. Now write a specific time you encountered this emotion – what happened exactly? Is there any room for growth?