It’s said that everyone has a gift to share with the world.
My husband and son would offer that mine is the ability to make someone cry within minutes of meeting me.
Whether or not that’s a “gift” is yet to be determined; none-the-less, I seem to have a knack for it.
The waitress at the local restaurant, the girl at the supermarket register, the 6’4″ gang member with tattoos all over his body (including his face), the stalwart doctor in the ER, the friendly neighborhood priest…the list goes on. And on.
No one seems to be exempt. And I haven’t even mentioned my clients, patients, students, etc. They’re included in that list, too.
My husband seems to think it’s some uncanny ability of mine to cut through the small stuff and get right to the meat of the matter. Others have told me that when I look at them, they feel like I know something about them that even they don’t know about themselves.
I like to think that people trust me, see me as non-threatening and recognize that the darkest parts of their souls are safe with me. I will sit with them in the darkness, weep with them in my heart, then help them to dry their tears to face another tomorrow. I will be their light until their own spark is blazing brightly once again.
And to help them to see – men and women, young and old alike – that crying is healthy. Often necessary. Can serve as a catharsis. Shows strength rather than weakness. Is liberating.
So what has happened with my blogging adventure?
The same thing.
That’s right – crying.
If you take the time to read the comments that some of my followers and/or readers make, you’ll see that the material on Soul Gatherings (start reading the category “Thursday Re-View” from August 2013 to the present for some examples) is not for the faint of heart. Often times, people say how much they cried while reading a post. How they can barely see to type for the tears. Or how they get out a box of tissues before getting started. Or how they might delay reading a post until they are ‘ready’ for it.
And this without people ever meeting me in person, face-to-face, where I might look at them like I know something they don’t.
So my question to everyone out there is this:
What is it about my posts that might make you tear up? Get a lump in your throat? Cry? Sob uncontrollably?
Really – I’d like to know. Any of your comments would be appreciated. I, for one, am grateful that you feel something that strongly when reading some of my posts, and I can honestly say that I never once sat down and intentionally tried to get someone to cry. Never.
So help me out here, please. Explanations will be welcomed. Maybe that will placate my husband and son, since now I seem to have a small audience who reacts in the same way as those who meet me in person.
But please don’t take too long. I’m working on my next post and I don’t want to depress anyone.
And guess what – you just made it to the end of one of my posts without crying.
So there! It is possible…