When I am anxious, sad, or emotional, those feelings concentrate in my stomach and emirate outward toward my chest. It feels like there is a giant corkscrew inside of me and it’s slowly turning, wrapping up my intestines like spaghetti around a fork.
When I’m feeling really good, those feelings start in my fingertips and toes and grows like roots across my limbs. I can feel the ligaments and sinews in my arms and legs stretch with delight in being their full selves.
When I don’t know how I feel, I drop into my body. It always knows.