The value of silence

The monthly blog is not an obligation or just another routine. It's a conscious decision to sustain something that is difficult. There are months when words flow, others when silence would be enough. This month, silence was what my body was asking for. But commitment is bigger than the moment.

Not all months bring the same energy. Just as in practice there are days of unstoppable strength and others when I can only sit and breathe, the same happens in life. Uncertainty and insecurity trigger a survival instinct that paralyzes. The mind stops, the body contracts, and the only thing I want is to disappear, isolate myself, not exist.

When the energy is dense, the first impulse is to stop everything. Not write, not expose myself, not decide. But I know that if I pause to look, nothing serious happens. The mental torment is real, but temporary. Practice teaches me this over and over: don't think, just do. Get on the mat even without desire, even when the battery is low.

For a long time, that bulldozer energy led me to achieve everything without doubting. Now, that force is exhausted. I continue with grit, but the path is different. Practice intervenes like a switch, changes perspective, reactivates what seemed dead. And here I am.

I don't commit to writing every week, nor every day. Once a month is a lot when it's so hard. It seems little, but holding on when the energy is low is a huge act. This month this came out. And it's okay.

Why fill the silence when being a witness is enough?