Sometimes I feel like screaming. And when I do I feel the energy rising in my body. My blood swirls. My heart pounds. My temperature rises. I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I scrunch up my face, lift my shoulders, expand my rib cage and scream until I have nothing left to let go of.
And sometimes I have to do it again!
And when there is nothing left, I feel the sweet tears of my despair gently trickle down my cheeks. I taste the salt of my tears. My breathing is gentle. My body releases. The scream becomes the softness of remembering.