Not the finger but where it is pointing

In that moment, collapsed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, there was a part of me that knew why I was there.

While it was not a formal part of my Chi Gong practice to collapse into a fetal position and sob my heart out, I knew that was what my body wanted to do. And if there was one thing I had learnt it was to trust that sometimes my physical expression was not what my mind was anticipating or had planned.

It's one thing to have someone tell you that physical practices such as breath work or yoga can release trauma, it's another to experience it.

It is as if the body has a mind of its own - actually, it is the realisation that the body has an intelligence all of its own - an intelligence that, like the unconscious realm of our psyche, is not controlled by our sense of waking consciousness, but can be given space by it and witnessed. Emotions, long repressed or suppressed, if given a safe place to express themselves, have a tendency to do just that.