This is the title of a
talk by Gangaji, who's one of my favourite spiritual teachers (she's very warm and funny
), but it's also a phrase that really resonates with me at the moment. Over the past eighteen months or so I've been much more conscious of my feelings, and I realise that when I'm truly open to them, without judging, analysing or denying them (hard at first, because I'd gotten into the habit of doing that), that I can bear them.
More than that, sorrow has a certain beauty, for me - not that I would encourage anyone to wallow, but allowing is different from wallowing.