I went 6 weeks this winter without practicing yoga. When I finally got back onto my mat, my body was so full of tension that I couldn’t even touch my toes without pain shooting up my hamstrings.
But with each breath, I slowly started inching toward a release of that tension. By the end of my practice, I was crying in a forward fold.
What I didn’t realize was that all of that tension I was carrying was just as much emotional as it was physical.
When my body finally started to relax, the floodgates opened. It was probably the most emotionally cleansing experience I’ve ever had.
The truth is that even when we think we are packaging our emotions up nicely to ship them away — we aren’t really getting rid of them. But that morning, I finally let them go.
