Releasing what I didn’t know I was holding

I didn’t arrive feeling tense.

But midway through practice, I noticed my jaw. My hands. The way my breath was being quietly managed instead of allowed.

There it was — tension I hadn’t named, hadn’t felt, hadn’t questioned.

When I let it go, the release wasn’t explosive. It was gentle. Almost shy. Like my body was testing whether it was safe to soften.

And when it did, there was space. Not just physically — but internally. A feeling of being more here.

It made me wonder how much we carry without realizing. And how often the body is ready to let go long before the mind catches up