The cure for anything is salt water–sweat, tears or the sea.
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall —
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
~Mary Oliver “I Go Down to the Shore”
…when he looked at the ocean,
he caught a glimpse of the One he was praying to.
Maybe what made him weep was
how vast and overwhelming it was
and yet at the same time as near
as the breath of it in his nostrils,
as salty as his own tears.
~Frederick Buechner writing about Paul Tillich in Beyond Words
I grew up an easy crier. Actually growing up hasn’t cured it, nor has getting older. I’m still an easy crier – a hard thing to admit especially when my tears flow at an inopportune time in a public place. These days, it is most often in church, while singing favorite hymns, but I can cry just about anywhere.
These days, simply reading the headlines warrants weeping.
It might have had something to do with being a middle child, bombarded from both directions by siblings who recognized how little aggravation it took to make me cry, or it may have been my hypersensitive feelings about …. everything. I felt really alone in my tearful travails until my formidable grandmother, another easy weepy, explained that my strong/tall/tough/nothing-rocks-him former WWII Marine father had been a very weepy little boy. She despaired that he would ever get past being awash in tears at every turn. His alcoholic father tormented him about it, wondering if he would ever learn to “man up.”
So this is a congenital condition – my only excuse and I’m sticking to that story.
A few years ago I read about how different kinds of tears (tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of grief, tears of frustration, tears of irritated eyes, tears of onion cutting) all look different and remarkably apt, when dried and pictured under the microscope. This is more than mere salt water leaking from our eyes — this is our heart and soul and hormonal barometer streaming down our faces – a visible litmus test of our deepest feelings.
I witnessed many tears every day in my clinical practice, usually not tears of joy. These were tears borne of pain and loss and rejection and failure, of hopelessness and helplessness, loneliness and anguish. Often my patients would describe having a “break down” by which they meant uncontrollable crying. It was one of the first-mentioned symptoms they wanted relief from.
Tears do come less frequently as depression lifts and anxiety lessens but I let my patients know (and I remind myself) that tears are a transparent palette for painting the desires and concerns of our heart. Dry up the tears and one dries up emotions that express who we are and who we strive to be.
When I’m able, I celebrate the salt water squeezing from my eyes, knowing it means I’m so fully human that I leak my humanity everywhere I go. Even God wept while dwelling among us on earth, and what’s good enough for Him is certainly good enough for me.
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5 thoughts on “The Salt Water Cure”
I love this post today, Emily. And I was fascinated that these leaks of our soul look different under a microscope. Wow! It’s yet another amazing discovery about how we are truly fearfully and wonderfully made.
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Our Loving Father keeps all our tears in a bottle! No wonder they’re so beautiful!
Very familiar and so tearfully appropriate.
My only difficulty is getting the tears past the lump in my throat – to let them release their original intent…. Thank you.
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Very appropriate and so relevant to the dark times in we now exist.
I have difficulty making my tears move from the strangling lump in my throat
upward to where they are most effective and, released, can do the most good.
Love this column, Emily. Someone said “tears are pearls of the heart”, and we certainly don’t want our hearts to grow cold. Sending you warm thoughts from Canada. Pat
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