Flow things through you. Don't contain them.
That's the whole practice.
Not repression. Not forced positivity. Not drowning either.
Flow.
The more I stopped clenching around love — trying to keep it, hold it, make it stay — the more of it moved through me. In and out.
Given and received.
The more I let sadness move instead of burying it. Fear instead of fighting it. Joy instead of managing it.
The pipe doesn't care what's flowing through it. It just needs to stay open.
Where in your body are you clenched right now?
What are you holding onto so tight it's stopped moving?