It was a hot day, my son hadn’t slept so well and I had a million errands to run. I was exhausted by the time dinner was ready and I had to leave for my evening class. I usually always look forward to my classes, but today I felt the deepest resistance.
So I dragged my tired body to my studio and had some time to light the candles and put on music before my students would arrive. While I was waving around a palo santo stick, wondering how on earth I would be able to teach a dynamic class feeling this exhausted and disconnected, I remembered something my own yoga teacher Shauna told me: