From Her mouth

[hypatia42]

Do you know the story of my birth?

I was born on the waves of grief.
Washed ashore to bring beauty and love because they bring comfort.
You must cry. I need your tears, for without their saltwater I cannot be born.
You cannot truly know me until you know grief.

Much thanks to Pad macLynne for having a journal to write this down in before it went away

She also apparently feels that passion and compassion are the same thing. They mean no difference in Her mind. Interesting perspective that.

Assignment: Have love in your heart and give love without being attached to an outcome. Less heartache and more possibilities arise when you can manage this.

Comments

[hypatia42.livejournal.com]

how did you sacrifice your tears? By allowing yourself to cry? By giving over the right to make you cry? I'm curious about the mechanics of this.

[puckmls.livejournal.com]

By allowing myself to cry. I was feeling extremely emotional at that moment, probably because all of the mundane-world walls I'd put up were coming down, so tears seemed like an entirely appropriate sacrifice. I also wiped my tears onto the piece of paper that I'd written my sacrifice on and that I later placed into the cauldron.