finding holy in dirt and basil and sloppy word tripping

photo via Pinterest

"heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. i was better after i had cried than before -- more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle."
  charles dickens // great expectations

i believe that sometimes you just need to give yourself the permission to cry your guts out. today was this sort of day. the cry over everything from looking at art pieces, to listening to your wedding music and reminiscing, to klutzyness gone awry in the kitchen kind of day.

yes, today i have cried over everything. and you should know that i hate crying. 

it makes me feel less put together or less than, or, well, pathetic in a sense really. that is, until i cry and release and remember that whatever magic therein lies within those tiny salty spheres actually does free my heart and make me feel whole again.

the release heals. embracing the gift of imperfect moments heals you, if you'll let it happen organically.

i hate crying because it makes me feel silly. but then there is that specific sort of tear-action that shows up through frustrated laughter, and it heals. i don't know why it does, so please don't ask me.

today i was doing dishes and knocked a dish towel into my spice jar rack, which then made the basil jar fly off of the rack. the basil jar spiraled in mid air until it took on its last spin and landed with a must-be-broken whack on my lovely white floor. there was dirt-spewn white flooring and herbish leafy green flakes splayed about and my frustration spread all over. 

i then decided that i could either get angry about the basil that i had just flung all across my kitchen floor, or i could just as easily laugh through tears and find some sacred holy prayer-talk time with the Eternal One while i cleaned the mess of herbs and the mess of me up simultaneously. 

and so that is what i did. i started cleaning; sweeping and weeping. i started praying. i re-started that friendship talk with God all over again. i started laughing through the tears. i gave myself permission to find the sacred and holy in the little things - even in the frustration and accidents and all. i found grace too.

it's the little things, like a plethora of dirt on your floors and escaped basil and sloppy word tripping over your own sincere whits-end-prayers that heal.

let yourself heal today, by clinging to the hem of the only one who can truly heal your resistant heart. it's a brave-heart release, i promise you.


  1. I love this holy, holy, holy found in the kitchen with the broken jar of basil.

    love to you, dear one.

  2. Sarah, you are an instrument of grace. Thank you for choosing to cry and choosing to share. <3

  3. I know exactly what this feels like! Beautiful words. One can immediately tell the writer in you. :]

    So glad to have found your blog, and much thanks for following mine!


  4. This was a beautiful post <3 I've had to relearn letting myself cry these days, and this was a wonderful reminder of all the good that can come out of our own brokenness.


Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.