Sadness draws us downward, below our usual
self-presentation. There we may stay, dipping into our tears, or we
might try to insulate ourselves against them or seek some sort of lift
to a less overtly sorrowful place. Yet if we remain with our
sadness, allowing it its natural gravity, giving it room to breathe and
flow and have a voice, we usually will find ourselves not drowning or
withering in it but soberly restored and eased, with our heart opening
in unexpected ways...