He had said to me quietly— "Healing hearts sometimes have to weep alone." I’d considered his words and thought of how long it had been since I’d cried (I couldn’t remember) and felt sure that "weeping" was not in my future. I’d been working hard at challenges in my life and feeling gradually successful.
Now—months later—my cheeks wet from weeping, his words came back to me, and I felt grateful for their benevolent presence. I’d been working on my identity, considering my journey from younger woman to older woman; and on this particular day, for the first time, I had said that it was "sad from one perspective" that I had not been able to truly love in marriage or truly find my niche of work in the world until my late forties, when I began to grow up emotionally.
The karma (or destiny) of my life perfectly gave me the lessons I needed. The tears for what I had missed (when at the time others my age were more knowledgeable and successful) lasted a short time—but felt sincere. In the quiet that followed—I made a list of proof of what had favored me for my good fortune—and what, in my late sixties, I continue reaping.
My realization is, "What lies within us—unknown—when it emerges and is faced—transforms in its new freedom—bringing us fresh truth and love."