The goddess struck her breasts with her fair hands, weeping and crying out. Of all the gods, she hated most the Fates, for they had cut her love's life-thread.
"You shall not," she protested, "always have your way. You shall not be the ones who decide, always, who shall live and who shall die. I have my own power. If the queen of the underworld has the power to change her lost maiden Mentha into a fragrant plant, I too can change my sorrow into something beautiful."
--Ovid, Metamorphoses
The chance to join with our friends to share tears is denied most women today. Yet to share deeply is to share sadness as well as happiness.
I think the key is sharing, period. We don't, generally as a community, share in the way that we used to and in some ways I believe this has led to us losing some part of our connection with the divine. The balance has tipped away from, we are one, let me share your burden to well, you're on your own.
And that's sad.
Yes, I realise too that sharing joy is important and adds to that sense of community - Gods know I have been failing to do that way too much of late, sharing only my sorrows (aka complaining). Sharing the good along with the not so good creates a balance that we need. That I certainly need, in our approach to life and living in tune with the divine part of ourselves. I for one am happy to share that, in the last few days, I have felt myself more in tune with that part of myself again. Not perfect... sure... but getting there.
Little steps.