The balance comes from the rhythm of the hammer, not from a quiet mantra. I start with a clear blueprint, then I watch the steel’s grain respond to each strike. If a blow is off, I cut the time, I redo the heat, I write it in the “Not Quite” notebook. Only when the metal sings to me do I pause, take a breath, and check the rhythm again. That’s the only steady beat I need. Yoga may calm the mind, but the forge keeps the body honest.