“Come here,” She said, smiling, and enveloped me in Her arms. “You are too hard on yourself.”
I stood for a moment, basking in Her warmth and love.
“I feel like I keep cracking–tons of small cracking around the edges,” I told Her. “I’ll randomly start crying at commercials, or songs on the radio. I don’t know what to do.”
“You will keep cracking, ” She agreed, “like very thin ice on a river that freezes and melts, freezes and melts, freezes and melts without ever fully thawing, getting bumpier and more convoluted as time passes. But you don’t have to keep cracking. If you agree to let yourself melt fully, the ice won’t be able to take purchase and form again.
“It’s summertime. The time for ice has passed. You will need help from the Sun or a friend or a lover to heat the surface, but you must do your part to help melt the ice from below. Then, your river of creativity, love, and joy can run freely again.”