As I sat and did my breath work this morning, tears began to flow from my eyes. When I was younger and I would cry, my parents would tell me that it was the Shorie in me. Apparently the Shorie side of the family was more closely connected to their tears. As much as I tried, I could not connect my tears to a sadness I was aware of, or a joy or any feeling that I could recognize.
I am learning that tears are not always connected to a feeling my mind can recognize. Sometimes they are simply what my body needs to do.