Letting out tears in yoga seems to be my thing. Especially now that I practice alone. Especially the hip openers. Especially with the death of so many of my old patterns and ways of being.
I used to think there was something wrong with me for all the tears. Get it together. What is wrong with you??? Etc. Etc. Self-blame. Self-criticism. A massive lack of patience and grace for myself.
If you consider that we eat lots of food every day and drink liquids, and then our bodies excrete what isn’t needed, wouldn’t it be really logical to apply that equation to emotion?
I am “eating” a lot of emotion during the day. Mine, mass consciousness, media outlets, other people.
I am “drinking” in the experiences of the people I love.
I cannot hold all of that emotion. The brain is a better processor than storage unit. And so, what is meant for me will stay. And what is not meant for me will be excreted. Because it isn’t needed.
Tears. Grunts. Fists punching pillows. Sighs. A sobbing pigeon pose face down on the ground. I just let them out. I don’t hold on. And i don’t judge or blame or hurry myself through it.
Holding space for me has been one of the best lessons of my life.
There is a lesson in everything. We are teachers and learners to the very core. And some learning is cumulative. It grows. It unfolds. There are steps back and leaps forward. We consume consume consume and then… excretion. Wow! I have never said excretion so many times in my life. But it feels appropriate. It’s time to let shit go. It’s the most natural thing to do.
Loving you out there. Have so much compassion and grace this season for yourself. Process. Allow. Break down. Break through. Make space. And let go. XO