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It is a Tender Time for Me
June 11, 2026
I’ve had such feelings of sorrow lately. And moments of great joy, but the sorrow has brought many tears that needed to flow into the world. Tears about a friend departing physical life, tears for a world in stress and so many people brought low. I’ve wept recently for the relinquishment of a dream — it was time for it go but I still felt have felt the loss. Last week I even shed tears for this year’s summer garden, never planted. So you see, It has been a tender time. It hasn’t been a suffering time, more of a time of release.
Today — wanting to be active because I again felt saddened — I unpacked a small box of books, including The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran. It opened to the following thoughts about joy and sorrow. It felt so much like a hug from Life’s Wisdom and those who walk with me. How could I resist sharing it with you?
On Joy and Sorrow
By Kahlil Gibran
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
So we see that I’ve been emptying and filling then emptying again, in the universal rhythm of balance. I think this is part of our work in the world right now, counting the joys, feeling the sorrows and their release.
May it serve us all
May this rhythm bring balance
May the river of our tears reach the vast, open Ocean
And be absorbed in her great expanse of being.
That is my prayer, in a tender time.
Shared with you with Love,
Mayet
Mystics Mayet and Stewart Pearce explore - and sink into - the Stillness in unexpected ways.